stood Arnald, and gazed about him.

Now the king was unhelmed, and his white hair (for he was an old man)
flowed down behind him on to his saddle; but Amaid's hair was cut
short, and was red.

And all the bells rang.

Then the king said, "0 Arnald of the Lilies, will you settle this
quarrel by the judgment of God?" And Amaid thrust up his chin, and
said, "Yea." "How then," said the king, "and where?" "Will it please
you try now?" said Arnald.

Then the king understood what he meant, and took in his hand from
behind tresses of his long white hair, twisting them round his hand in
his wrath, but yet said no word, till I suppose his hair put him in
mind of something, and he raised it in both his hands above his head,
and shouted out aloud, "0 knights, hearken to this traitor." Whereat,
indeed, the lances began to move ominously. But Arnald spoke.

"0 you king and lords, what have we to do with you? Were we not free
in the old time, up among the hills there? Wherefore give way, and we
will go to the hills again; and if any man try to stop us, his blood
be on his own head; wherefore now," (and he turned) "all you House of
the Lily, both soldiers and monks, let us go forth together fearing
nothing, for I think there is not bone enough or muscle enough in
these fellows here that have a king that they should stop us withal,
but only skin and fat."

And truly, no man dared to stop us, and we went.