A good padre in France read to us from a scroll the whole truth of the matter.

The soldiers came upon him in the garden.
In truth, these Apostles of His may have been holy men, but they were of no great account as men-at-arms.

There was one, indeed, Sir Peter, who smote out like a true man; but, unless he is belied, he did but clip a varlet's ear, which was no very knightly deed.

By these ten finger-bones! had I been there with Black Simon of Norwich, and but one score picked men of the Company, we had held them in play.

Could we do no more, we had at least filled the false knight, Sir Judas, so full of English arrows that he would curse the day that ever he came on such an errand." The young clerk smiled at his companion's earnestness.