When he was done all the lords cried "Here!
Here! Well
done! Well done, indeed! God make it so!"
Everyone filled their cups. They had one more toast
to England
and departed for their tents.
Their host called The Ancient One aside. "I read
your moods quite
well, old friend," he remarked, "what is amiss"
"Nothing that you can remedy, old friend," The Ancient One
answered. "It is something that will have to be mended in times
yet to come."
"Then when it is time to mend it," the noble answered,
"call me, and I
will come hither, for if you say something needs to be mended, then
surely, by God, it is something that needs to be done!"
The Ancient One and his companions went to their tents and
waited for
the others to sleep.