By Our Lady! I am no chicken, but I cannot claim to know as much of war as the squire of Sir Walter Manny.

Settle the matter to your own liking." "You shall fly your pennon upon the fore part, then, and I upon the poop.

For foreguard I shall give you your own forty men, with two-score archers.

Two-score men, with my own men-at-arms and squires, will serve as a poop-guard.

Ten archers, with thirty shipmen, under the master, may hold the waist while ten lie aloft with stones and arbalests.