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"By my soul," said Sir Oliver, "you are as tart as verjuice this
morning! If you are bent upon a quarrel with me I must leave you
to your humor and drop into the `Tete d'Or' here, for I marked a
varlet pass the door who bare a smoking dish, which had,
methought, a most excellent smell."
"Nenny, nenny," cried his comrade, laying his hand upon his knee;
"we have known each other over long to fall out, Oliver, like two
raw pages at their first epreuves. You must come with me first
to the prince, and then back to the hostel; though sure I am that
it would grieve his heart that any gentle cavalier should turn
from his board to a common tavern. But is not that my Lord
Delewar who waves to us? Ha! my fair lord, God and Our Lady be
with you! And there is Sir Robert Cheney. Good-morrow, Robert!
I am right glad to see you."
The two knights walked their horses abreast, while Alleyne and
Ford, with John Norbury, who was squire to Sir Oliver, kept
some paces behind them, a spear's-length in front of Black Simon
and of the Winchester guidon-bearer.


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