"His betters!"
"His betters before the tranchoir, lad.
Sniff not treason where none is meant.
I have seen him smile in his quiet way because I had looked for the fourth time towards the carving squire.
And indeed to watch him dallying with a little gobbet of bread, or sipping his cup of thrice-watered wine, is enough to make a man feel shame at his own hunger.
Yet war and glory, my good friend, though well enough in their way, will not serve to tighten such a belt as clasps my waist."
"How read you that coat which hangs over yonder galley, Alleyne?" asked Sir Nigel.
"Argent, a bend vert between cotises dancette gules."
"It is a northern coat.
I have seen it in the train of the Percies.
From the shields, there is not one of these vessels which hath not knight or baron aboard.
I would mine eyes were better.
How read you this upon the left?"
"Argent and azure, a barry wavy of six."
"Ha, it is the sign of the Wiltshire Stourtons!
And there beyond I see the red and silver of the Worsleys of Apuldercombe, who like myself are of Hampshire lineage, Close behind us is the moline cross of the gallant William Molyneux, and beside it the bloody chevrons of the Norfork Woodhouses, with the amulets of the Musgraves of Westmoreland.
By St. Paul! it would be a very strange thing if so noble a company were to gather without some notable deed of arms arising from it.
And here is our boat, Sir Oliver, so it seems best to me that we should go to the abbey with our squires, leaving Master Hawtayne to have his own way in the unloading."
The horses both of knights and squires were speedily lowered into a broad lighter, and reached the shore almost as soon as their masters.
Sir Nigel bent his knee devoutly as he put foot on land, and taking a small black patch from his bosom he bound it tightly over his left eye.
"May the blessed George and the memory of my sweet lady-love raise high my heart!" quoth he.
"And as a token I vow that I will not take this patch from my eye until I have seen something of this country of Spain, and done such a small deed as it lies in me to do.
And this I swear upon the cross of my sword and upon the glove of my lady."
"In truth, you take me back twenty years, Nigel," quoth Sir Oliver, as they mounted and rode slowly through the water-gate.
"After Cadsand, I deem that the French thought that we were an army of the blind, for there was scarce a man who had not closed an eye for the greater love and honor of his lady.
Yet it goes hard with you that you should darken one side, when with both open you can scarce tell a horse from a mule.
In truth, friend, I think that you step over the line of reason in this matter."
"Sir Oliver Buttesthorn," said the little knight shortly,
"I would have you to understand that, blind as I am, I can yet see the path of honor very clearly, and that that is the road upon which I do not crave another man's guidance."
"By my soul," said Sir Oliver, "you are as tart as verjuice this morning!
If you are bent upon a quarrel with me I must leave you to your humor and drop into the
'Tete d'Or' here, for I marked a varlet pass the door who bare a smoking dish, which had, methought, a most excellent smell."
"Nenny, nenny," cried his comrade, laying his hand upon his knee; "we have known each other over long to fall out, Oliver, like two raw pages at their first epreuves.
You must come with me first to the prince, and then back to the hostel; though sure I am that it would grieve his heart that any gentle cavalier should turn from his board to a common tavern.
But is not that my Lord Delewar who waves to us?
Ha! my fair lord, God and Our Lady be with you!
And there is Sir Robert Cheney.
Good-morrow, Robert!
I am right glad to see you."
The two knights walked their horses abreast, while Alleyne and Ford, with John Northbury, who was squire to Sir Oliver, kept some paces behind them, a spear's-length in front of Black Simon and of the Winchester guidon-bearer.
Northbury, a lean, silent man, had been to those parts before, and sat his hosse with a rigid neck; but the two young squires gazed eagerly to right or left, and plucked each other's sleeves to call attention to the many strange things on every side of them.
"See to the brave stalls!" cried Alleyne.
"See to the noble armor set forth, and the costly taffeta--and oh, Ford, see to where the scrivener sits with the pigments and the ink-horns, and the rolls of sheepskin as white as the Beaulieu napery!
Saw man ever the like before?"
"Nay, man, there are finer stalls in Cheapside," answered Ford, whose father had taken him to London on occasion of one of the Smithfield joustings.
"I have seen a silversmith's booth there which would serve to buy either side of this street.
But mark these houses, Alleyne, how they thrust forth upon the top.
And see to the coats-of-arms at every window, and banner or pensel on the roof."
"And the churches!" cried Alleyne.
"The Priory at Christ church was a noble pile, but it was cold and bare, methinks, by one of these, with their frettings, and their carvings, and their traceries, as though some great ivy-plant of stone had curled and wantoned over the walls."