6/13 "'Tis a valiant knight, and hath a hand of iron. An he guessed I had made or meddled with your flight, it would go sore with me." "Ay, poor boy," returned the other, "y' are his ward, I know it. By the same token, so am I, or so he saith; or else he hath bought my marriage--I wot not rightly which; but it is some handle to oppress me by." "Boy again!" said Dick. "I do abjure the crew of them!" "Ye speak boyishly," said the other. "Ye think more of them than ye pretend." "Not I," said Dick, stoutly. |