It was evident that the two had discussed him, and the motives of his presence there.

"Have the dice proved fickle, my lord, and are you for the jewellers' shops on the bridge to fill your purse again?
If so, take my word, it were better to go three than one, and we'll enlist." "Ay, we know shops on the bridge where you can plunge your arm elbow-deep in gold," the cripple muttered, his eyes sparkling greedily.

"There's Baillet's, noble sir! There's a shop for you! And there's the man's shop who works for the King.

He's lame like me.

And I know the way to all.