Chapter 43: XIV

XIV How Balin met with that knight named Garlon at a feast, and there he slew him, to have his blood to heal therewith the son of his host. Then they rode three or four days and never met with adventure, and by hap they were lodged with a gentle man that was a rich man and well at ease. And as they sat at their supper Balin overheard one complain grievously by him in a chair. What is this noise? said Balin. Forsooth, said his host, I will tell you. I was but late at a jousting, and there …