Chapter 17 THE OGRE'S CASTLE

Between six and nine we made ten miles, which was plenty for a horse carrying triple-man, woman, and armor; then we stopped for a long nooning under some trees by a limpid brook.

Right so came by and by a knight riding; and as he drew near he made dolorous moan, and by the words of it I perceived that he was cursing and swearing; yet nevertheles