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296 'Which of them?' asked Sir Nigel.

'Ha, ha!' cried the pardoner, shaking a jewelled forefinger. 'Thou wouldst be deep in the secrets of Mother Church? Know then that I have both in my scrip. Those who hold with Urban shall have Urban's pardon, while I have Clement's for the Clementist—or he who is in doubt may have both, so that come what may he shall be secure. I pray you that you will buy one, for war is bloody work, and the end is sudden, with little time for thought or shrift. Or you, sir, for you seem to me to be a man who would do ill to trust to your own merits.' This to the alderman of Norwich, who had listened to him with a frowning brow and a sneering lip.

'When I sell my cloth,' quoth he, 'he who buys may weigh and feel and handle. These goods which you sell are not to be seen, nor is there any proof that you hold them. Certes, if mortal man might control God's mercy, it would be one of a lofty and God-like life, and not one who is decked out with rings and chains and silks, like a pleasure-wench at a kermesse.'

'Thou wicked and shameless man!' cried the clerk. 'Dost thou dare to raise thy voice against the unworthy servant of Mother Church?'

'Unworthy enough!' quoth David Micheldene. 'I would have you to know, clerk, that I am a free English burgher, and that I dare say my mind to our father the Pope himself, let alone such a lacquey's lacquey as you!'

'Base-born and foul-mouthed knave!' cried the sompnour. 'You prate of holy things, to which your hog's mind can never rise. Keep silence, lest I call a curse upon you!'

'Silence yourself!' roared the other. 'Foul bird! we found thee by the gallows like a carrion-crow. A fine life thou hast of it with thy silks and thy baubles, cozening the last few shillings from the pouches of dying men. A fig for thy curse! Bide here, if you will take my rede, for we will make England too hot for such as you when Master Wicliff has the ordering of it. Thou vile thief! it is you,