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The boats
already swarm from the bank."
"There is a goodly hostel near the west gate, which is famed for
the stewing of spiced pullets," remarked Sir Oliver. "We might
take the edge of our hunger off ere we seek the prince, for
though his tables are gay with damask and silver he is no
trencherman himself, and hath no sympathy for those who are his
betters."
"His betters!"
"His betters before the tranchoir, lad. Sniff not treason where
none is meant. I have seen him smile in his quiet way because I
had looked for the fourth time towards the carving squire. And
indeed to watch him dallying with a little gobbet of bread, or
sipping his cup of thrice-watered wine, is enough to make a man
feel shame at his own hunger. Yet war and glory, my good friend,
though well enough in their way, will not serve to tighten such a
belt as clasps my waist."
"How read you that coat which hangs over yonder galley, Alleyne?"
asked Sir Nigel.
"Argent, a bend vert between cotises dancette gules."
"It is a northern coat. I have seen it in the train of the
Percies.


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