Sir Byron ate full well of the woman’s bread, and drank wine nigh until the room tipped sideways in his sight. And after he bathed and dried and arrayed himself anew in clothes she laid by for him, he called upon her and said to her: Goodly woman, much gladness I have of the bounty of thy kindness, and wouldst of thee a name, so that I might thank of our Lord God for thee, and remember it well when I return to my own kingdom.

Sir, I am but the widow Luniver. What, good knight, will I call of thee? And he drew himself straight before her and answered: My lady Luniver, I am Sir Byron of Farris, under my lord Gerideon’s banner and service, a knight of arms sent a-hither and thither in quest for many a great book that my lord doth desire.

And Sir Byron thought upon the widow, Luniver, with great kindness, and he fought her not when she sought to draw him with her to bed, and together they lie until morning rose and, with it, came a knocking on the door and a voice that said:

Out, errant sir; thee with my wife!