"Have ye the troop? And is all well?" asked Robert Sadler, his wide
mouth stretched in a treacherous smile.
"Yea," responded Sir Thomas.
"Walter Skinner and Richard Wood--do they still keep watch from the
tree?" asked Robert Sadler, smiling still more widely.
"Why, what is that to thee?" demanded Sir Thomas, haughtily. "It is we
who do the king's business. Thou doest but ours."
"Ay," answered Robert Sadler, with feigned humility; "I do but yours."
"Thou sayest well. But think not to pry into the king's business as
thou dost into the affairs at the castle. From thine own showing thou
must have been a great meddler there."
"And how could I have done thy business there if I had not meddled, as
thou callst it?"
"I say not that thou couldst," returned Sir Thomas. "I do but warn thee
not to meddle with us. And now, where is the package?"
"Package? Package?" mumbled Robert Sadler, in apparent bewilderment.
"The package, sirrah, thou wert to deliver from Chester to her
ladyship. Hast forgotten the purpose of thy journey?"
"Oh, ay, the package!" returned Robert Sadler, uneasily.
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