"I trust him to you, Edricson.

Hosen, shirts, cyclas, and under-jupons are in the brown basket on the left side of the mule.

His wine he takes hot when the nights are cold, malvoisie or vernage, with as much spice as would cover the thumb-nail.
See that he hath a change if he come back hot from the tilting.

There is goose-grease in a box, if the old scars ache at the turn of the weather.
Let his blankets be dry and----" "Nay, my heart's life," the little knight interrupted, "trouble not now about such matters.

Why so pale and wan, Edricson?
Is it not enow to make a man's heart dance to see this noble Company, such valiant men-at-arms, such lusty archers?
By St.Paul! I would be ill to please if I were not blithe to see the red roses flying at the head of so noble a following!" "The purse I have already given you, Edricson," continue the lady.
"There are in it twenty-three marks, one noble, three shillings and fourpence, which is a great treasure for one man to carry.