Tell me now whence came they."

"From my gossip, dame Katherine," said Ralph; "and it seems
to me now, though at the time I heeded the gift little save for
its kindness, that she thought something great might go with it;
and there was a monk at Higham on the Way, who sorely longed
to have it of me." "Well," said Richard, "that may well come
to pass, that it shall lead thee to the Well at the World's End.
But as to the tales of Swevenham, what deemest thou of them?"
Said Ralph: "What are they, save a token that folk
believe that there is such a thing on earth as the Well?
Yet I have made up my mind already that I would so do
as if I trowed in it. So I am no nearer to it than erst.
Now is there naught for it save to abide Master Clement's coming;
and when he hath brought me to Goldburg, then shall I see
how the quest looks by the daylight of that same city."
He spake so cheerfully that Richard looked at him askance,
wondering what was toward with him, and if mayhappen anything
lay underneath those words of his.

But in his heart Ralph was thinking of that last tale of the woman
whom the young man had met such a little while ago; and it seemed
to him that she must have been in Whitwall when he first came there;
and he scarce knew whether he were sorry or not that he had missed her:
for though it seemed to him that it would be little more than mere grief
and pain, nay, that it would be wicked and evil to be led to the Well at
the World's End by any other than her who was to have brought him there;
yet he longed, or thought he longed to speak with her concerning
that love of his heart, so early rewarded, so speedily beggared.
For indeed he doubted not that the said woman was the damsel of Bourton Abbas,