"And that was all? We saw other things."

"What I saw was enough for me, or for any good clerk of St. Nicholas, and
of questions there has been more than enough. Begone! scatter to the
winds, and be silent."

"And may we not put the steel in that Scotch dog who delayed us? Saints
or sorcerers, their horses must have come down but for him."

Brother Thomas caught me up, as if I had been a child, in his arms, and
tossed me over the ditch-bank into the wood, where I crashed on my face
through the boughs.

"Only one horse would have fallen, and that had brought the others on us.
The Scot is safe enough, his mouth is well shut. I will have no blood to-
night; leave him to the wolves. And now, begone with you: to Fierbois,
if you will; I go my own road--alone."

They wandered each his own way, sullen and murmuring, starved and weary.
What they had seen or fancied, and whether, if the rest saw aught
strange, Brother Thomas saw nought, I knew not then, and know not till
this hour. But the tale of this ambush, and of how they that lay in
hiding held their hands, and fled--having come, none might say whence,
and gone, whither none might tell--is true, and was soon widely spoken of
in the realm of France.

The woods fell still again, save for the babble of the brook, and there I
lay, bound, and heard only the stream in the silence of the night.

There I lay, quaking, when all the caitiffs had departed, and the black,