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He raised his
flagon and drank to him, with a merry flash of his white teeth.
"A toi, mon garcon," he cried. "Hast surely never seen a
man-at-arms, that thou shouldst stare so?"
"I never have," said Alleyne frankly, "though I have oft heard
talk of their deeds."
"By my hilt!" cried the other, "if you were to cross the narrow
sea you would find them as thick as bees at a tee-hole. Couldst
not shoot a bolt down any street of Bordeaux, I warrant, but you
would pink archer, squire, or knight. There are more
breastplates than gaberdines to be seen, I promise you."
"And where got you all these pretty things?" asked Hordle John,
pointing at the heap in the corner.
"Where there is as much more waiting for any brave lad to pick it
up. Where a good man can always earn a good wage, and where he
need look upon no man as his paymaster, but just reach his hand
out and help himself. Aye, it is a goodly and a proper life.
And here I drink to mine old comrades, and the saints be with
them! Arouse all together, me, enfants, under pain of my
displeasure.


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