I say again that they are God's own saints, and I bow my head to them." "And so you shall, mon petit," replied the archer.

"I have not heard a man speak better since old Dom Bertrand died, who was at one time chaplain to the White Company.

He was a very valiant man, but at the battle of Brignais he was spitted through the body by a Hainault man-at-arms.

For this we had an excommunication read against the man, when next we saw our holy father at Avignon; but as we had not his name, and knew nothing of him, save that he rode a dapple-gray roussin, I have feared sometimes that the blight may have settled upon the wrong man." "Your Company has been, then, to bow knee before our holy father, the Pope Urban, the prop and centre of Christendom ?" asked Alleyne, much interested.

"Perchance you have yourself set eyes upon his august face ?" "Twice I saw him," said the archer.