For those that have paid rent to Walsingham I shall take good measure--you among the rest, mine host." "Good knight," said the host, "I will swear upon the cross of Holywood I did but pay to Walsingham upon compulsion.

Nay, bully knight, I love not the rogue Walsinghams; they were as poor as thieves, bully knight.

Give me a great lord like you.

Nay; ask me among the neighbours, I am stout for Brackley." "It may be," said Sir Daniel, dryly.

"Ye shall then pay twice." The innkeeper made a horrid grimace; but this was a piece of bad luck that might readily befall a tenant in these unruly times, and he was perhaps glad to make his peace so easily.
"Bring up yon fellow, Selden!" cried the knight.
And one of his retainers led up a poor, cringing old man, as pale as a candle, and all shaking with the fen fever.
"Sirrah," said Sir Daniel, "your name ?" "An't please your worship," replied the man, "my name is Condall--Condall of Shoreby, at your good worship's pleasure." "I have heard you ill reported on," returned the knight.