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           Gob,he’slikeLantyMacHale’sgoatthat’dgoapieceoftheroadwitheveryone.

           —Well,it’safact,saysJohnWyse.Andthere’sthemannowthat’lltellyouallaboutit,MartinCunningham.

           SureenoughthecastlecardroveupwithMartinonitandJackPowerwithhimandafellownamedCrofterorCrofton,pensioneroutofthecollectorgeneral’s,anorangemanBlackburndoeshaveontheregistrationandhedrawinghispayorCrawfordgallivantingaroundthecountryattheking’sexpense.

           Ourtravellersreachedtherustichostelryandalightedfromtheirpalfreys.

           —Ho,varlet!criedhe,whobyhismienseemedtheleaderoftheparty.Saucyknave!Tous!

           Sosayingheknockedloudlywithhisswordhiltupontheopenlattice.

           Minehostcameforthatthesummons,girdinghimwithhistabard.

           —Giveyougoodden,mymasters,saidhewithanobsequiousbow.

           —Bestirthyself,sirrah!criedhewhohadknocked.Looktooursteeds.Andforourselvesgiveusofyourbestforifaithweneedit.

           —Lackaday,goodmasters,saidthehost,mypoorhousehasbutabarelarder.Iknownotwhattoofferyourlordships.

           —Hownow,fellow?criedthesecondoftheparty,amanofpleasantcountenance,Soservestthoutheking’smessengers,masterTaptun?

           Aninstantaneouschangeoverspreadthelandlord’svisage.

           —Cryyoumercy,gentlemen,hesaidhumbly.Anyoubetheking’smessengers(GodshieldHisMajesty!)youshallnotwantforaught.Theking’sfriends(GodblessHisMajesty!)shallnotgoafastinginmyhouseIwarrantme.