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Chapter 11

           "Hold,"saidonewhoseemedtoexercisesomeauthorityovertheothers;"thisbagwhichthoubearest,asIcanfeelthroughthycloak,containsmorecointhanthouhasttoldusof."

           "Itisthegoodknightmymaster’s,"answeredGurth,"ofwhich,assuredly,Iwouldnothavespokenaword,hadyoubeensatisfiedwithworkingyourwilluponmineownproperty."

           "Thouartanhonestfellow,"repliedtherobber,"Iwarrantthee;andweworshipnotStNicholassodevoutlybutwhatthythirtyzecchinsmayyetescape,ifthoudealuprightlywithus.Meantimerenderupthytrustforatime."Sosaying,hetookfromGurth’sbreastthelargeleathernpouch,inwhichthepursegivenhimbyRebeccawasenclosed,aswellastherestofthezecchins,andthencontinuedhisinterrogation."Whoisthymaster?"

           "TheDisinheritedKnight,"saidGurth.

           "Whosegoodlance,"repliedtherobber,"wontheprizeinto-day’stourney?Whatishisnameandlineage?"

           "Itishispleasure,"answeredGurth,"thattheybeconcealed;andfromme,assuredly,youwilllearnnoughtofthem."

           "Whatisthineownnameandlineage?"

           "Totellthat,"saidGurth,"mightrevealmymaster’s."

           "Thouartasaucygroom,"saidtherobber,"butofthatanon.Howcomesthymasterbythisgold?isitofhisinheritance,orbywhatmeanshathitaccruedtohim?"

           "Byhisgoodlance,"answeredGurth."Thesebagscontaintheransomoffourgoodhorses,andfourgoodsuitsofarmour."

           "Howmuchisthere?"demandedtherobber.

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