hear her turn, first on this side, then on that; then
sigh and move her pillow, and sigh again.

Methought Marian would have split in sunder with importance, when Lord
Denbeigh took to coming sometimes to Amhurste. 'Twas never for even an
hour that he stayed; and 'twas always some question of business that
brought him. But my lady and he touched hands full oft during a week,
and always he would look at her with a different look from that which
his eyes did wear at other times. And she spoke to him e'er courteously
and kindly, even as though he had been a holy man and worthy of all
reverence.

One day it chanced that my lady rode the blue-roan out into the woods,
towards the hut of old Joan Gobble, who was crippled by reason of age.
My lady had me follow her on Dumble, th' white nag, with a pat o' butter
and some wine. I was taken up with pondering as to why my lady should go
in person to Dame Gobble's, seeing she might have sent me alone on
Dumble as well. Be that as it may, as we rode along by a brook-side,
under the thick leaves, whom should we come upon but my Lord Denbeigh.
He was kneeling beside the water, and holding down his hand into the
brook. As I looked I saw that his hand was befouled with gore, and that
the brown stream did rush away ruddily from beneath his fingers.

My lady did not wait for me to hold Robin Hood, but did swing herself
from her saddle, and was beside the earl in a trice. He looked up, and
seeing her, did start upon his feet.

"Nay," said she, putting out her hand, "but tell me if I can aid thee."

And he strove to hide his hand at his side, saying. "Tis but a scratch;"
but the blood ran down like water on the grass.

"Think not to spare me the sight o' blood," said my lady, "for I am
learned in bandaging wounds." And certes she was, seeing that every soul
at Amhurste did come to her for healing, let a cat but scratch them. And
she took his hand between her two fair hands (having drawn off her
gloves), and saw that his wrist was deeply severed as with a knife. But
she asked him no questions, telling him only to stoop while she cleansed
his hand sufficiently to bind it. And as she laid it in the water, and
pressed the lips of the wound together, he said unto her in a low tone,
not meaning that I should hear him,

"Would that thou couldst wash my soul as thou hast washed my hand!"

She looked straight into his eyes, with her own so clear and honest,
like a dog's (meaning no disrespec