Forthwith the Prince was convinced that the Lord des Cheriots was in the ladys chamber, but through fear of himself durst not come down, and he therefore again walked about for a long-while.
At last, observing that the ladys room had a casement which was not at all high up, and which looked upon a little garden, he remembered the proverb which says, When the door fails the window avails, and he thereupon called a servant of his own, and said to him--
Go into the garden there behind, and, if you see a gentleman come down from the window, draw your sword as soon as he reaches the ground, clash it against the wall, and cry out, Slay! slay! Be careful, however, that you do not touch him.
The servant went whither his master had sent him, and the Prince walked about until three hours after midnight.
When the Lord des Cheriots heard that the Prince was still in the yard, he resolved to descend by the window, and, having first thrown clown his cloak, he then, by the help of his good friends, leapt into the garden. As soon as the servant saw him, he failed not to make a noise with his sword, at the same time crying, Slay! slay! Upon this the poor gentleman, believing it was his [the servants] master, was in such great fear that, without thinking of his cloak, he fled as quickly as he was able.
He met the archers of the watch, who wondered greatly to see him running in this fashion, but he durst say nothing to them, except to beg them to open him the gate [of the castle], or else to lodge him with themselves until morning. And this, as they had not the keys, they did.
Then the Prince went to bed, and, finding his wife asleep, awoke her saying--
I have not heard the clock strike since I went to bed, she replied.
It is three hours after midnight, said he.
If that be so, said his wife, where have you been all this time? I greatly fear that your health will be the worse for it.
Sweetheart, said the Prince, watching will never make me ill when I am engaged in preventing those who try to deceive me from going to sleep.
So saying, he began to laugh so heartily that his wife begged him to tell her of the matter. This he did at length, showing her the wolfs skin (4) which his servant had brought him. After making merry at the expense of the hapless lovers, they went to sleep in gentle tranquillity, while the other two passed the night in torment, fearing and dreading lest the affair should be revealed.