But I believe my poor mare is at this moment in one of those vaults they tell us of.' 'It may be, my son.

It is reported that the earl hath of late been generous in giving of horses.

Poor soldiers the king will find them that fight for horses, or titles either.

Such will never stand before them that fight for the truth--in the love thereof! Eh, Richard ?' 'Truly, sir, I know not,' answered his son, disconsolately.

'I hope I love the truth, and I think so doth Stopchase, after his kind; and yet were we of those that fled from Atherton moor.' 'Thou didst not flee until thou couldst no more, my son.