The French gather again; we are outworn with blows; the young Prince is in danger of his life or liberty.

Begone!" Old John's eyes fell on Hugh.
"Come with me, you Suffolk man," he said, and away they went.
"Now what would you give," he gasped as they ran, "to be drinking a stoup of ale with me in my tower of Mettingham as you have done before this red day dawned?
What would you give, young Hugh de Cressi ?" "Nothing at all," answered Hugh.

"Rather would I die upon this field in glory than drink all the ale in Suffolk for a hundred years." "Well said, young man," grunted John.

"So do I think would I, though I have never longed for a quart of liquor more." They came to a windmill and climbed its steep stairs.

On the top stage, amid the corn sacks stood Edward of England looking through the window-places.
"Your business, Sir John ?" he said, scarcely turning his head.
The old knight told it shortly.
"My son is not dead and is not wounded," replied the King, "and I have none to send to his aid.