"I cannot tell," said Magtelt, "she is having some fun with us,
I suppose, hidden in some corner."
"That," said Sir Roel, "is not her way, for if any one here makes
fun of others 'tis not she, but thou, little one."
"My lord father," said Magtelt, "you make me anxious by talking so."
"Well," said Sir Roel, "go and seek Anne-Mie; as for us, mother,
let us eat; our old stomachs cannot wait for food as well as these
young ones."
"Ah," said the lady Gonde, "I have no mind to eat; go, Magtelt,
and find me Anne-Mie."
But Sir Roel helped himself to a great platterful of beans and good
beef, and, falling to it, said that nothing was so easily put out,
troubled, made anxious, as a woman, and this for nothing at all.
Nevertheless he was himself a little uneasy, and from time to time
looked up at the door, saying that the rascal of a girl would show
herself suddenly from somewhere.
But Magtelt, after searching the whole castle over, came back and said:
"I can find Anne-Mie nowhere."