They call him Jehan the Hunter, and sometimes Jehan the Outborn, for no man knows his comings.

There is a rumour that he is of high blood, and truly in battle he bears himself like a prince.

The monks loved him not, but the Lord Odo favoured him." The knight looked steadily for the space of a moment at the tall soldier, and his light eyes seemed to read deep.

"Are you that man," he asked at last, and got the reply: "I am Jehan the Hunter." "Bid my fellows attend to yon scum," he told his squire.

"The camp marshal will have fruit for his gallows.