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208 I have never been clear in my mind as to whether it was but a ragoût such as is to be found in the south, or whether there is some seasoning such as fennel or garlic which is peculiar to Spain.'

'Your doubts, Sir Oliver, shall soon be resolved,' answered the prince, laughing heartily, as did many of the barons who surrounded them. 'His Majesty here will doubtless order that you have this dish hotly seasoned when we are all safely in Castile.'

'I will have a hotly seasoned dish for some folk I know of,' answered Don Pedro with a cold smile.

'But my friend Sir Oliver can fight right hardily without either bite or sup,' remarked the prince. 'Did I not see him at Poictiers, when for two days we had not more than a crust of bread and a cup of foul water, yet carrying himself most valiantly? With my own eyes I saw him in the rout sweep the head from a knight of Picardy with one blow of his sword.'

'The rogue got between me and the nearest French victualwain,' muttered Sir Oliver, amid a fresh titter from those who were near enough to catch his words.

'How many have you in your train?' asked the prince, assuming a graver mien.

'I have forty men-at-arms, sire,' said Sir Oliver.

'And I have one hundred archers and a score of lances, but there are two hundred men who wait for me on this side of the water upon the borders of Navarre.'

'And who are they, Sir Nigel?'

'They are a free company, sire, and they are called the White Company.'

To the astonishment of the knight, his words provoked a burst of merriment from the barons round, in which the two kings and the prince were fain to join. Sir Nigel blinked mildly from one to the other, until at last, perceiving a stout black-bearded knight at his elbow, whose laugh rang somewhat louder than the others, he touched him lightly upon the sleeve.