"Not while he is in the saddle," he said, nodding towards his master, who rode a pace in front of them, his reins loose.
"There be some here know him!" Bigot continued, in his drawling tone.
"And more will know him if they break line.

Have no fear, Madame, he will bring you safe to the inn.

Down with the Huguenots ?" he continued, turning from her and addressing a rogue who, holding his stirrup, was shouting the cry till he was crimson.

"Then why not away, and--" "The King! The King's word and leave!" the man answered.
"Ay, tell us!" shrieked another, looking upward, while he waved his cap; "have we the King's leave ?" "You'll bide _his_ leave!" the Norman retorted, indicating the Count with his thumb.

"Or 'twill be up with you--on the three-legged horse!" "But he comes from the King!" the man panted.
"To be sure.