'It will not bear discussion.

Get ye to your couch, lest I summon our host and tell him what manner of man he hath entertained.' With many grumbles Saxon consented at last to curl his long limbs up upon a mat, whilst I lay by his side and remained awake until the mellow light of morning streamed through the chinks between the ill-covered rafters.

Truth to tell, I feared to sleep, lest the freebooting habits of the soldier of fortune should be too strong for him, and he should disgrace us in the eyes of our kindly and generous entertainer.

At last, however, his long-drawn breathing assured me that he was asleep, and I was able to settle down to a few hours of welcome rest..