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Rh 'See that you keep your throat whole for the drinking of it, archer,' cried a voice, and the crowd laughed at the rough pleasantry.

'If you will warrant the beer, I will warrant the throat,' said John composedly.

'Close up the ranks!' cried Aylward. 'En avant, mes enfants! Ah, by my finger-bones, there is my sweet Mary from the Priory Mill! Ma foi, but she is beautiful! Adieu, Mary, ma chérie! Mon cœur est toujours à toi. Brace your belt, Watkin, man, and swing your shoulders as a free companion should. By my hilt! your jerkins will be as dirty as mine ere you clap eyes on Hengistbury Head again.'

The Company had marched to the turn of the road ere Sir Nigel Loring rode out from the gateway, mounted on Pommers his great black war-horse, whose ponderous footfall on the wooden drawbridge echoed loudly from the gloomy arch which spanned it. Sir Nigel was still in his velvet dress of peace, with flat velvet cap of maintenance, and curling ostrich feather clasped in a golden brooch. To his three squires riding behind him it looked as though he bore the bird's egg as well as its feather, for the back of his bald pate shone like a globe of ivory. He bore no arms save the long and heavy sword which hung at his saddle-bow; but Terlake carried in front of him the high wivern-crested bassinet, Ford the heavy ash spear with swallow-tail pennon, while Alleyne was entrusted with the emblazoned shield. The Lady Loring rode her palfrey at her lord's bridle-arm, for she would see him as far as the edge of the forest, and ever and anon she turned her hard-lined face up wistfully to him and ran a questioning eye over his apparel and appointments. 'I trust that there is nothing forgot,' she said, beckoning to Alleyne to ride on her further side. 'I trust him to you, Edricson. Hosen, shirts, cyclas, and under-s are in the brown basket on the left side of the mule. His wine he takes hot when the nights are cold, malvoisie or vernage,