[The White Company by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link book
The White Company

CHAPTER V
22/27

I know one of his subjects who could match him at that.

If he cannot speak like an Englishman I trow that he can fight like an Englishman, and he was hammering at the gates of Paris while ale-house topers were grutching and grumbling at home." This loud speech, coming from a man of so formidable an appearance, somewhat daunted the disloyal party, and they fell into a sullen silence, which enabled Alleyne to hear something of the talk which was going on in the further corner between the physician, the tooth-drawer and the gleeman.
"A raw rat," the man of drugs was saying, "that is what it is ever my use to order for the plague--a raw rat with its paunch cut open." "Might it not be broiled, most learned sir ?" asked the tooth-drawer.

"A raw rat sounds a most sorry and cheerless dish." "Not to be eaten," cried the physician, in high disdain.

"Why should any man eat such a thing ?" "Why indeed ?" asked the gleeman, taking a long drain at his tankard.
"It is to be placed on the sore or swelling.

For the rat, mark you, being a foul-living creature, hath a natural drawing or affinity for all foul things, so that the noxious humors pass from the man into the unclean beast." "Would that cure the black death, master ?" asked Jenkin.
"Aye, truly would it, my fair son." "Then I am right glad that there were none who knew of it.


<<Back  Index  Next>>

D-Link book Top

TWC mobile books