peaceful cloister, and in front in the open archway of the great
gate was the broad yellow road between its borders of green
meadow-land. The spring air was the sweeter and the more fragrant
for that chill dread of dishonor and captivity which had so
recently frozen his ardent heart. He had already passed the
portal when a hand plucked at his sleeve and he turned to find
himself confronted by the brown honest face and hazel eyes of the
archer who had interfered in his behalf.

"Well," said Aylward, "what have you to say to me, young sir?"

"What can I say, my good fellow, save that I thank you with all my
heart? By Saint Paul! if you had been my blood brother you could
not have stood by me more stoutly."

"Nay! but this is not enough."

Nigel colored with vexation, and the more so as Chandos was
listening with his critical smile to their conversation. "If you
had heard what was said in the court," said he, "you would
understand that I am not blessed at this moment with much of this
world's gear. The black death and the monks have between them
been heavy upon our estate. Willingly would I give you a handful
of gold for your assistance, since that is what you seem to crave;
but indeed I have it not, and so once more I say that you must be
satisfied with my thanks."

"Your gold is nothing to me," said Aylward shortly, "nor would you
buy my loyalty if you filled my wallet with rose nobles, so long
as you were not a man after my own heart. But I have seen you