He said nothing.

His left arm was in a sling, and he wore a large green patch over his left eye; he limped slightly, and used an oaken staff as a support.

The youth led the King a crooked course through Southwark, and by-and-by struck into the high road beyond.

The King was irritated, now, and said he would stop here--it was Hendon's place to come to him, not his to go to Hendon.

He would not endure such insolence; he would stop where he was.