worse than the pain of parting to true lovers. I watched and waited
for him many a day, but alas! in a far land he saw a kite, and
suddenly loved her so that all love of me died in his heart. I am
lost and hurt beyond all remedy. Ah, woe is me!"

Canacee's pity for the poor deceived falcon was great. She took it
home, and in her own room made a nest for it, draped with blue
velvet, the symbol of constancy in love. She tended it for many a
day----

* * * * *

At this point in the Squire's tale we came to the door of a wayside
inn, where we had our first meal, so the Squire's tale was
interrupted and was never finished in my hearing. I wish I could tell
you the end, for it was a good story I am sure. But whether the
falcon found her mate again, and how Cambuskan used his horse of
brass, and Canacee her mirror, I cannot say. Yet I have heard other
men tell that Cambalo fought gallantly for his sister against two
knights who came to woo her--and I would fain know the end of that
fight.

Thus the Squire's tale remains half told. Try, reader, if you can
finish it!

* * * * *

I have told you that in our company was a wealthy Franklin, an old
man with red face and beard as white as a daisy. He was a great man
in his own country. He had been a sheriff and a knight of the shire,