Having partaken of their usual breakfast of ham and cider he professed weariness and retired to the chamber whence he had come.
In a couple of hours or thereabout he came down again, the two young women having now gone off to morning service.

Seeing Christopher bustling about the house without assistance, he asked if he could do anything to aid his host.
As he seemed anxious to hide all differences and appear as one of themselves, Swetman set him to get vegetables from the garden and fetch water from Buttock's Spring in the dip near the house (though the spring was not called by that name till years after, by the way).
'And what can I do next ?' says the stranger when these services had been performed.
His meekness and docility struck Christopher much, and won upon him.
'Since you be minded to,' says the latter, 'you can take down the dishes and spread the table for dinner.

Take a pewter plate for thyself, but the trenchers will do for we.' But the other would not, and took a trencher likewise, in doing which he spoke of the two girls and remarked how comely they were.
This quietude was put an end to by a stir out of doors, which was sufficient to draw Swetman's attention to it, and he went out.

Farm hands who had gone off and joined the Duke on his arrival had begun to come in with news that a midnight battle had been fought on the moors to the north, the Duke's men, who had attacked, being entirely worsted; the Duke himself, with one or two lords and other friends, had fled, no one knew whither.
'There has been a battle,' says Swetman, on coming indoors after these tidings, and looking earnestly at the stranger.
'May the victory be to the rightful in the end, whatever the issue now,' says the other, with a sorrowful sigh.
'Dost really know nothing about it ?' said Christopher.

'I could have sworn you was one from that very battle!' 'I was here before three o' the clock this morning; and these men have only arrived now.' 'True,' said the yeoman.