Now he must consider that he might presently have to sell his horse--and it was not a steed of Roland's, to bring a great price! He might be compelled to go afoot into France.

He might be sufficiently blessed if the millennium did not find him yet living by his wits in Spain.

It was Spanish, that prospect! Turn what?
Ian asked himself.

Bull-fighter--fencing-master-- gipsy--or brigand?
He played with the notion of fencing-master.

But he would have to sell his horse to provide room and equipment, and he must turn aside to some considerable town.