the squire. You're not much of a squire not to have brought sumthin'
for me to eat."

"An' me," put in Ginger. "If I'd brought any I'd have brought it for
me more'n for you."

William fingered his minute pistol.

"If we meet any wild animals ..." he said darkly.

A cow gazed at them mournfully over a hedge.

"You might go an' milk that," suggested William. "Milk 'ud be better'n
nothing."

"_You_ go 'an milk it."

"No, I'm not squire. I bet squires did the milkin'. Knights wu'n't of
done the milkin'."

"I'll remember," said Ginger bitterly, "when you're squire, all the
things wot you said a squire ought to do when I was squire."

They entered the field and gazed at the cow from a respectful
distance. She turned her eyes upon them sadly.

"Go on!" said the knight to his reluctant squire.

"I'm not good at cows," objected that gentleman.