What are we to do now ?" "The king asked Lord Talbot to provide me with armour, and a horse; so we must wait until he comes this way." It was half an hour before the earl came out.
"The letter was of importance," he said, "and it is well that it was brought on.
"Now, Sir Oswald, let us see to your matter.

Two days ago Sir William Baxter was killed, by a sudden attack of the Welsh, while he was burning a village.

His men rallied, beat off the Welsh, and brought his body in; and methinks his armour will fit you, though he was shorter, by two or three inches, than yourself." He accompanied Oswald to one of a small group of tents, standing a quarter of a mile farther down the road.
"Is Sir William Baxter's squire here ?" A young man at once came up.
"I was his esquire, my lord." "I have the king's orders," the earl said, "that his arms, armour, and horses are to be handed over, forthwith, to Sir Oswald Forster here, who will take command of his troop.

He will take over all the other belongings of the knight." The young squire bowed.
"I will hand them over to you, sir." "You will, of course, take possession of the tent also, Sir Oswald.

Sir William was one of my knights.