When I came back the gallon jar was empty, and he lay as you see him, with the board in front of him with this sorry device." She raised up a panel which was leaning against the wall, and showed a rude painting of a scraggy and angular fowl, with very long legs and a spotted body.
"Was that," she asked, "like the bird which thou hast seen ?" Alleyne shook his head, smiling.
"No, nor any other bird that ever wagged a feather.

It is most like a plucked pullet which has died of the spotted fever.

And scarlet too! What would the gentles Sir Nicholas Boarhunte, or Sir Bernard Brocas, of Roche Court, say if they saw such a thing--or, perhaps, even the King's own Majesty himself, who often has ridden past this way, and who loves his falcons as he loves his sons?
It would be the downfall of my house." "The matter is not past mending," said Alleyne.

"I pray you, good dame, to give me those three pigment-pots and the brush, and I shall try whether I cannot better this painting." Dame Eliza looked doubtfully at him, as though fearing some other stratagem, but, as he made no demand for ale, she finally brought the paints, and watched him as he smeared on his background, talking the while about the folk round the fire.
"The four forest lads must be jogging soon," she said.

"They bide at Emery Down, a mile or more from here.