"Only I pray that none may be suffered to hang about or pester me at the butts, since I am a lonely man who love not company when I use my art." "That shall be so," said the King.

"And now to the sport." "The sport!" grumbled Grey Dick, when he and Hugh were alone together.
"Why, it is other sport we should be seeking, with Acour and his knaves for targets.

Go to the King, master, and show him that while we linger here the Frenchman may slip away, or work more and worse treasons." "I cannot, Dick; the parchments are not written out, and his Grace is bent upon this pleasure match.

Moreover, man, all these archers here--yes, and their betters also--would say that you had fled because you were an empty boaster who dared not face the trial." "They'd say that, would they ?" snarled Grey Dick.

"Yes, they'd say that, which would be bitter hearing for you and me.