Further out still lay a great merchant-ship, high ended, deep waisted, painted of a canary yellow, and towering above the fishing-boats like a swan among ducklings.
"By St.Paul!" said the knight, "our good merchant of Southampton hath not played us false, for methinks I can see our ship down yonder.

He said that she would be of great size and of a yellow shade." "By my hilt, yes!" muttered Aylward; "she is yellow as a kite's claw, and would carry as many men as there are pips in a pomegranate." "It is as well," remarked Terlake; "for methinks, my fair lord, that we are not the only ones who are waiting a passage to Gascony.

Mine eye catches at times a flash and sparkle among yonder houses which assuredly never came from shipman's jacket or the gaberdine of a burgher." "I can also see it," said Alleyne, shading his eyes with his hand.

"And I can see men-at-arms in yonder boats which ply betwixt the vessel and the shore.

But methinks that we are very welcome here, for already they come forth to meet us." A tumultuous crowd of fishermen, citizens, and women had indeed swarmed out from the northern gate, and approached them up the side of the moor, waving their hands and dancing with joy, as though a great fear had been rolled back from their minds.