Alleyne gazed in admiration at the supple beauty of the creature; but the archer's fingers played with his quiver, and his eyes glistened with the fell instinct which urges a man to slaughter.
"Tete Dieu!" he growled, "were this France, or even Guienne, we should have a fresh haunch for our none-meat.

Law or no law, I have a mind to loose a bolt at her." "I would break your stave across my knee first," cried John, laying his great hand upon the bow.

"What! man, I am forest-born, and I know what comes of it.

In our own township of Hordle two have lost their eyes and one his skin for this very thing.

On my troth, I felt no great love when I first saw you, but since then I have conceived over much regard for you to wish to see the verderer's flayer at work upon you." "It is my trade to risk my skin," growled the archer; but none the less he thrust his quiver over his hip again and turned his face for the west.
As they advanced, the path still tended upwards, running from heath into copses of holly and yew, and so back into heath again.