Dick laughed and said: 'Fellow, I do pity thee;' and taking the old man
by the shoulders, he lifted him on his own horse and took him to the
village fair. There he bought him twelve skeins of wool and sent him on
his way rejoicing, with a horse worth five times his own."

With her chin in her hands the girl had listened intently to the story.
When it was finished she said: "What didst thou say was the gentleman's
name?"

"His friend called him Dick. He is a poor knight, one Sir Richard
Mowbray, of Leicester, called at Court and elsewhere Happy Dick Mowbray,
for they do say a happier and braver heart never wore the King's
uniform."

"Indeed I should like to know that Sir Richard Mowbray. And, tell me now,
who is the greatest person thou hast seen in thy absence?"

"I saw the King--at Boston town."

"The King! The King!" Her eyes lightened, her hands clapped merrily.
"What did he say to thee? Now, now, there is that dark light in thine
eyes again. I will not have it so!" With her thumbs she daintily drew
down the eyelids and opened them again. "There, that's better. Now what
did the King say to thee?"

"He said to me that I should be Sir John Enderby, of Enderby."

"A knight! A knight! He made thee a knight?" she asked gaily. She slipped
from his knee and courtesied before him, then seeing the heaviness of his
look, she added: "Booh, Sir John Enderby, why dost thou look so grave? Is