Tell me, hast thou not been once and again within the great gates of Raglan castle ?' 'Yes, my son--oftener than I can tell thee,' answered the old woman.

'It is but a se'night agone that I sat a talking with my son Thomas Rees in the chimney corner of Raglan kitchen, after the supper was served and the cook at rest.

It was there my lad was turnspit once upon a time, for as great a man as he is now with my lord and all the household.

Those were hard times after my good man left me, master Heywood.

But the cream will to the top, and there is my son now--who but he in kitchen and hall?
Well, of all places in the mortal world, that Raglan passes!' 'They tell strange things of the stables there, mistress Rees: know you aught of them ?' 'Strange things, master?
They tell nought but good of the stables that tell the truth.