This is my house
where the pennon flies before the door--a small residence to
contain the Lord of Montchateau."
Sir Nigel sat silent and distrait at his meal, while Alleyne
hearkened to the clattering tongue of the Gascon, and to his talk
of the glories of his own estate, his successes in love, and his
triumphs in war.
"And now that you are here, Sir Nigel," he said at last, "I have
many fine ventures all ready for us. I have heard that Montpezat
is of no great strength, and that there are two hundred thousand
crowns in the castle. At Castelnau also there is a cobbler who
is in my pay, and who will throw us a rope any dark night from
his house by the town wall. I promise you that you shall thrust
your arms elbow-deep among good silver pieces ere the nights are
moonless again; for on every hand of us are fair women, rich
wine, and good plunder, as much as heart could wish."
"I have other plans," answered Sir Nigel curtly; "for I have come
hither to lead these bowmen to the help of the prince, our
master, who may have sore need of them ere he set Pedro upon the
throne of Spain.
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