Gunilda sees she's looking for the knight––'Forget him, Lorelle,' she says, 'you're ineligible; he's above your station. Besides which you're getting fat.'
Lorelle cinches Gunilda into the dimity frock. A jester cavorts up the street, Lorelle is thinking of the knight, the one with the smiling eyes and black curls. She's been waiting for him; she has news for him. They had a wonderful time after the Michaelmas jousting. The mistress had returned home saying, 'You stay, Lorelle, I'll manage for tonight.'
She has news for him. She may be ineligible, but the child, to be born soon, is indisputable.
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