"No--the appearance of their troops in that direction might alarm the garrison of Namur, and then they would have a doubtful fight, instead of assured success.
Besides, they shall travel on the right bank of the Maes, for I can guide them which way I will, for sharp as this same Scottish mountaineer is, he hath never asked any one's advice, save mine, upon the direction of their route.

Undoubtedly, I was assigned to him by an assured friend, whose word no man mistrusts till they come to know him a little." "Hark ye, friend Hayraddin," said the soldier, "I would ask you somewhat.

You and your bruder were, as you say yourself, gross sternen deuter, that is, star lookers and geister seers [seers of ghosts].

Now, what henker was it made you not foresee him, your bruder Zamet, to be hanged ?" "I will tell you, Heinrick," said Hayraddin, "if I could have known my brother was such a fool as to tell the counsel of King Louis to Duke Charles of Burgundy, I could have foretold his death as sure as I can foretell fair weather in July.

Louis hath both ears and hands at the Court of Burgundy, and Charles's counsellors love the chink of French gold as well as thou dost the clatter of a wine pot .-- But fare thee well, and keep appointment--I must await my early Scot a bow shot without the gate of the den of the lazy swine yonder, else will he think me about some excursion which bodes no good to the success of his journey." "Take a draught of comfort first," said the lanzknecht, tendering him a flask--"but I forget, thou art beast enough to drink nothing but water, like a vile vassal of Mahound and Termagund [the name of the god of the Saracens in medieaval romances where he is linked with Mahound]." "Thou art thyself a vassal of the wine measure and the flagon," said the Bohemian.