Also in the alehouse is a wandering minstrel and trickster called Geb, a Woodman. A rogue and a charmer, he is drawn to any comely women among the company; failing that, he identifies the richest-looking companion and starts trying to wheedle money from them.

“Noble travellers, you look like the sor t who’d have a coin or two to spare. It’s good luck to pay a minstrel, you know. Give me a coin and I’ll sing you a song of Scatha the Worm, and brave Fram the Dragonslayer!”