It would depend greatly upon our disguises." "Do you travel as a man-at-arms, or as a countryman, or a pedlar, or maybe as a priest, sir ?" "Not as a priest, assuredly," Philip laughed.

"I am too young for that." "Too young to be in full orders, but not too young to be a theological student: one going from a theological seminary, at Bordeaux, to be initiated at Perigueux, or further south to Agen." Philip shook his head.
"I should be found out by the first priest who questioned me." "Then, sir, we might go with sacks of ware on our backs, as travelling pedlars; or, on the other hand, we might be on our way to take service under the Catholic leaders.

If so, we might carry steel caps and swords, which methinks would suit you better than either a priest's cowl or a pedlar's pack.
"In that case there might well be three of us, or even four.

Two of your men-at-arms would go as old soldiers, and you and I as young relations of theirs, anxious to turn our hands to soldiering.

Once in Gascony, their dialect would help us rarely, and our story should pass without difficulty; and even on the way it would not be without its use, for the story that they have been living near La Rochelle but, owing to the concourse of Huguenots, could no longer stay there; and were therefore making south to see, in the first place, their friends at home; and then to take service, under some Catholic lord, would sound likely enough." "I don't know that we can contrive a better scheme than that, Maitre Bertram.