"I may halt on this leg for aught I know, and come to starve on crutches like old Claude Boiteux who was at the taking of Milan and now begs in the passage under the Chatelet." "Bah, man, you will get a new lord!" Badelon nodded.

"Ay, a new lord with new ways!" he answered slowly and thoughtfully.

"And I am tired.

They are of another sort, lords now, than they were when I was young.

It was a word and a blow then.