"He is a valiant man, and hath a dirk at his girdle; and I pity the man who tries to take the cloak from him by force." Master Penry made another speech to himself in Welsh.
"Fool!" exclaimed he, half blubbering.

"This precious missive you leave at an inn you know not where; with a man you know not whom; and yet your master speaks of you as a trusty lad.

Bah! Lead on!" I swallowed my wrath and obeyed him.

He stalked impatiently at my side, saying nothing, but urging me forward so that I could scarcely keep pace with him.

I was in luck, in one way, to have his escort; for as I came near the East Bridge, there lurked not a few of the townsmen who had been in the fight when I assaulted the Mayor.