This smock and battered hat will protect you from recognition, the more so when I have blackened your face with charcoal, as I have means to do, and have hidden away all your bright curls so that none shall see them.

Walk with bent shoulders and heavy gait, as the aged country folks do, and I warrant none will guess who you are or molest you.

Tonight, when we meet to laugh at our adventures over the prior's roaring fire, we shall forget the perils and the weariness of our long tramp." "But, Paul, I love not this clumsy disguise.

It befits not a prince thus to clothe himself.

Wear it yourself, good comrade, for your peril is as great as mine." "Nay, Edward, speak not thus idly," said Paul, with unwonted gravity.