See that you lay them together.
Six--a box of monies, three pounds of Limousine gold-work, a pair
of boots, silver tagged, and, lastly, a store of naping linen.
So, the tally is complete! Here is a groat apiece, and you may go."
"Go whither, worthy sir?" asked one of the carriers.
"Whither? To the devil if ye will. What is it to me? Now, ma
belle, to supper. A pair of cold capons, a mortress of brawn, or
what you will, with a flask or two of the right Gascony. I have
crowns in my pouch, my sweet, and I mean to spend them. Bring in
wine while the food is dressing. Buvons my brave lads; you shall
each empty a stoup with me."
Here was an offer which the company in an English inn at that or
any other date are slow to refuse. The flagons were re-gathered
and came back with the white foam dripping over their edges. Two
of the woodmen and three of the laborers drank their portions off
hurriedly and trooped off together, for their homes were distant
and the hour late. The others, however, drew closer, leaving the
place of honor to the right of the gleeman to the free-handed
new-comer.
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