Which can it be?
And who has any interest in treating us so?
I would that I could see a coat of arms, which might help us.

Ah! there is one yonder in the centre of the mullion of the window.

But I can scarce read it at the distance.
I warrant that your eyes are better than mine, Amos, and that you can read what is on yonder escutcheon." "On what ?" "On the stone slab in the centre window." "Yes, I see it plain enough.

It looks to me like three turkey-buzzards sitting on a barrel of molasses." "Three allurions in chief over a tower proper, maybe.

Those are the arms of the Provence De Hautevilles.