He looked across the little rose-grown space of the cloister to see that Henriet had turned his back, and then came quickly up to Laurence MacKim.
"Listen to me," he said; "you are a game lad enough, but you do not know where you are going, nor yet what may happen to you there.

We will fight you if you come back safe, but meantime you are one of ourselves, and we of the choir have sworn to stand by one another.

Can you keep a pea in your mouth without swallowing it ?" "Why, of course I can," said Laurence, wondering what was to come next.

"I can keep a dozen and shoot them through a bore of alder tree at a penny without missing once, which I wot is more than any Frenchman ever--" "Well, then," whispered the lad Renouf, breaking in on his boast with a white countenance, "hearken well to me.

When you enter the chamber of the marshal, put this in your mouth.