That of a minstrel would be the best passport, but I know nought of harp or other instrument.

I might go as a vendor of philters and charms, a sort of half-witted chap, whose mother concocted such things." "They would never let you into the Bairds' castle, Oswald." "Then I must be a rough man-at-arms, one who had been in the service of the Earl of March; and who, when he turned traitor and went over to the English, found himself without employment; and asked nothing better than to enter the service of someone who will give him bread and meat, in return for any services that he can render, whether in hunting up any cattle among the hills, or striking a shrewd blow in the service of his employer, if needs be." "That must do, if we can think of nothing better, Oswald.

I will speedily bring you the things you require, as they will be found in every house in the village; and some, alas! will be needed no more by those who wore them." "They must be of good size, Uncle." "Ay, ay, lad.

There must have been some tall fellows, among those they slew today." Half an hour later, Roger and Oswald mounted.

His uncle sent two of his men with them, saying that it would look strange were one man to come, with two horses, to Parton; but that two, saying that their masters would follow, would seem a more probable tale.
"They will, if they can, find some quiet farmhouse a mile out of the village, and there get lodgings for themselves and beasts.