He wore a small cloth cap, which fell down to his neck behind.

His uncle accompanied him to the gate, which was, by his orders, opened to give them egress.
"Goodbye, lad," he said.

"I know not, and do not wish to know, the object of your journey.

It is enough for me that it is a confidential mission for Hotspur, and I am proud that you should have been chosen for it, and I feel convinced that you will prove you have merited our lord's confidence.
"Goodbye, friend Roger! Don't let your love of fisticuffs and hard knocks carry you away, but try and bear yourself as if you were still in the monastery, with the abbot keeping his eye upon you." Brother Roger laughed.
"You make a cold shiver run down my back, Alwyn.

I was feeling as if I had just got out of a cold cellar, into the sunshine, and could shout with very lightness of heart.