But to-morrow--" and he laughed grossly in his beard.

"Storey, you are a good fellow, though a fool at the dice." "Faith, I have met my master," I said.

"But the lesson you gave me was worth bay Salkeld," for so I had named my horse, after a great English house on the Border who dwell at the Castle of Corby.
"I will do thee a good turn," he said.

"You crave to see this Puzel, ere they put on her the high witch's cap for her hellward journey." "I should like it not ill," I said; "it were something to tell my grandchildren, when all France is English land." "Then you shall see her, for this is your last chance to see her whole." "What mean you, fair sir ?" I asked, while my heart gave a turn in my body, and I put out my hand to a great tankard of wine.
"To-morrow the charity of the Church hath resolved that she shall be had into the torture-chamber." I set my lips to the tankard, and drank long, to hide my face, and for that I was nigh swooning with a passion of fear and wrath.
"Thanks to St.George," I said, "the end is nigh!" "The end of the tankard," quoth he, looking into it, "hath already come.
You drink like a man of the Land Debatable." Yet I was in such case that, though by custom I drink little, the great draught touched not my brain, and did but give me heart.
"You might challenge at skinking that great Danish knight who was with us under Orleans, Sir Andrew Haggard was his name, and his bearings were.

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