I thought from their likeness to you that these knights were your sons." "Has he bought all that stuff ?" asked Sir Andrew--for there were five tubs on the wagon, besides one or two smaller kegs and some packages wrapped in sheepskin.
"No, alas!" answered the Cypriote ruefully, and shrugging his shoulders.

"Only two of the Mavro.

The rest I took to the Abbey, for I understood the holy Prior to say he would purchase six casks, but it seems that it was but three he needed." "He said three," put in Wulf.
"Did he, sir?
Then doubtless the error was mine, who speak your tongue but ill.

So I must drag the rest back again over those accursed roads," and he made another grimace.

"Yet I will ask you, sir," he added to Sir Andrew, "to lighten the load a little by accepting this small keg of the old sweet vintage that grows on the slopes of Trooidos." "I remember it well," said Sir Andrew, with a smile; "but, friend, I do not wish to take your wine for nothing." At these words the face of Georgios beamed.
"What, noble sir," he exclaimed, "do you know my land of Cyprus?
Oh, then indeed I kiss your hands, and surely you will not affront me by refusing this little present?
Indeed, to be frank, I can afford to lose its price, who have done a good trade, even here in Essex." "As you will," said Sir Andrew.