"But fifty gold pieces, lad. We be now near our journey's end. Mayhap
they be enough."
"Yea," replied Hugo, thoughtfully. "I must not go to the priory of the
Holy Trinity unless I have great need. So said my uncle to me."
"And where is that, lad?"
"Here in London. It is a powerful and wealthy priory, but my uncle did
say it is as well to pass it by if I can."
"Mind thou thine uncle, lad. But whither go we now?"
"To Dover. Then do we take ship to France."
They had now come to the new London bridge which was of stone. Over it
they went, and had just started on their journey from its southern end
when, in haste, old Bartlemy, clad as the nurse, arrived at the White
Horse. He had slowly and laboriously counted his gold pieces three
times before it occurred to him that one hundred and fifty of these
treasures was no great sum. And that, if he did as Humphrey had
requested, he would be able to add other gold pieces to his store. Thus
thinking, he had repaired to the hiding-place of his disguise, put it
on, and set out.
At the same moment of his arrival the innkeeper came back, and a little
later the grooms began to straggle in.
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