"
"Ay, lad," said Humphrey, smiling in his turn. "Thou art as brave as
any De Aldithely thyself. For who but the brave taketh time to think of
another, and he only a serving-man, when himself is in danger? But all
this talk procureth us no safe place to lie, and methinks already there
be some in the streets that gape upon us."
"No more than idlers ever do," responded Hugo, with assurance. "We be
two strangers, and Fleetfoot, moreover, is a fine hound and worth the
looking at."
"Ay," said Humphrey, regretfully. "The hound is yet likely to get us
into trouble. But whither do we go? I would fain be out of the sight of
these gazers."
"Not to an inn, good Humphrey. I have here a ring from mine uncle, the
prior, which, when I show it at certain places, will procure us
lodging, and Lincoln is one of them. We go not down the hill toward the
river. Our place is here near the cathedral in the house of the canon
Richard Durdent."
Humphrey smiled. "It is good that thou hast for thine uncle a prior,"
he said.
"Ay," responded Hugo. "He is a kind uncle. Where I show his ring I get
not only lodging, but certain moneys to help me on my way.
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