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"So am not I. I must store my plunder at this inn, since the
hostess is an honest woman. Hola! ma cherie, I wish to leave
with you my gold-work, my velvet, my silk, my feather bed, my
incense-boat, my ewer, my naping linen, and all the rest of it.
I take only the money in a linen bag, and the box of rose colored
sugar which is a gift from my captain to the Lady Loring. Wilt
guard my treasure for me?"
"It shall be put in the safest loft, good archer. Come when you
may, you shall find it ready for you."
"Now, there is a true friend!" cried the bowman, taking her hand.
"There is a bonne amie! English land and English women, say I,
and French wine and French plunder. I shall be back anon, mon
ange. I am a lonely man, my sweeting, and I must settle some day
when the wars are over and done. Mayhap you and I----Ah,
mechante, mechante! There is la petite peeping from behind the
door. Now, John, the sun is over the trees; you must be brisker
than this when the bugleman blows `Bows and Bills.'"
"I have been waiting this time back," said Hordle John gruffly.


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