MORE WORDS AT THE CROSS I got into my old place again on the steps of the cross, Will Green beside me, and above me John Ball and Jack Straw again.

The moon was half-way up the heavens now, and the short summer night had begun, calm and fragrant, with just so much noise outside our quiet circle as made one feel the world alive and happy.
We waited silently until we had heard John Ball and the story of what was to do; and presently he began to speak.
"Good people, it is begun, but not ended.

Which of you is hardy enough to wend the road to London to-morrow ?" "All! All!" they shouted.
"Yea," said he, "even so I deemed of you.

Yet forsooth hearken! London is a great and grievous city; and mayhappen when ye come thither it shall seem to you overgreat to deal with, when ye remember the little townships and the cots ye came from.
"Moreover, when ye dwell here in Kent ye think forsooth of your brethren in Essex or Suffolk, and there belike an end.

But from London ye may have an inkling of all the world, and over-burdensome maybe shall that seem to you, a few and a feeble people.
"Nevertheless I say to you, remember the Fellowship, in the hope of which ye have this day conquered; and when ye come to London be wise and wary; and that is as much as to say, be bold and hardy; for in these days are ye building a house which shall not be overthrown, and the world shall not be too great or too little to hold it: for indeed it shall be the world itself, set free from evil-doers for friends to dwell in." He ceased awhile, but they hearkened still, as if something more was coming.