ond began with a deep sigh to
inquire if there were any news of the welfare of Alinda, or his
daughter Rosalynde?

"None, sir," quoth Saladyne, "for since their departure they were
never heard of."

"Injurious fortune," quoth the king, "that to double the father's
misery, wrongest the daughter with misfortunes!"

And with that, surcharged with sorrows, he went into his cell, and
left Saladyne and Rosader, whom Rosader straight conducted to the
sight of Adam Spencer, who, seeing Saladyne in that estate, was in a
brown study. But when he heard the whole matter, although he grieved
for the exile of his master, yet he joyed that banishment had so
reformed him, that from a lascivious youth he was proved a virtuous
gentleman. Looking a longer while, and seeing what familiarity passed
between them, and what favors were interchanged with brotherly
affection, he said thus:

"Aye, marry, thus should it be; this was the concord that old Sir John
of Bordeaux wished betwixt you. Now fulfil you those precepts he
breathed out at his death, and in observing them, look to live
fortunate and die honorable."

"Well said, Adam Spencer," quoth Rosader, "but hast any victuals in
store for us?"

"A piece of a red deer," quoth he, "and a bottle of wine."

"'Tis foresters' fare, brother," quoth Rosader; and so they sate down
and fell to their cates.

As soon as they had taken their repast, and had well dined, Rosader
took his brother Saladyne by the hand, and showed him the pleasures of
the forest, and what content they enjoyed in that mean estate. Thus
for two or three days he walked up and down with his brother to show
him all the commodities that belonged to his walk.

In which time he was missed of his Ganymede, who mused greatly, with
Aliena, what should become of their forester. Somewhile they thought
he had taken some word unkindly, and had taken the pet; then they
imagined some new love had withdrawn his fancy, or happily that he was
sick, or detained by some great business of Gerismond's, or that he
had made a reconcilement with his brother, and so returned to
Bordeaux.

These conjectures did they cast in their heads, but specially
Ganymede, who, having love in her heart, proved restless, and half
without patience, that Rosader wronged her with so long absence; for
Love measures every minute, and thinks hours to be days, and days to
be months, till they feed their eyes with the sight of their desired
object. Thus perplex