Latour, Seigneur of Montchâteau, master of the high justice, the middle and the low, could gain their favour. They must needs hold a council and put their two hundred thick heads together, and then there comes this fellow Aylward and another, as their spokesmen, to say that they will disband unless an Englishman of good name be set over them. There are many of them, as I understand, who come from some great forest which lies in Hampi, or Hampti—I cannot lay my tongue to the name. Your dwelling is in those parts, and so their thoughts turned to you as their leader. But we had hoped that you would bring a hundred men with you.'
'They are already at Dax, where we shall join them,' said Sir Nigel. 'But let the men break their fast, and we shall then take counsel what to do.'
'Come into my hut,' said Sir Claude. 'It is but poor fare that I can lay before you—milk, cheese, wine, and bacon—yet your squire and yourself will doubtless excuse it. This is my house where the pennon flies before the door—a small residence to contain the Lord of Montchâteau.'
Sir Nigel sat silent and distrait at his meal, while Alleyne hearkened to the chattering tongue of the Gascon, and to his talk of the glories of his own estate, his successes in love, and his triumphs in war.
'And now that you are here, Sir Nigel,' he said at last, 'I have many fine ventures all ready for us. I have heard that Montpezat is of no great strength, and that there are two hundred thousand crowns in the castle. At Castelnau also there is a cobbler who is in my pay, and who will throw us a rope any dark night from his house by the town wall. I promise you that you shall thrust your arms elbow deep among good silver pieces ere the nights are moonless again; for on every hand of us are fair women, rich wine, and good plunder, as much as heart could wish.'
'I have other plans,' answered Sir Nigel curtly; 'for I have come hither to lead these bowmen to the help of the prince, our master, who may have sore need of them ere he
