Pommers　from　beneath；　and　the　great　horse；　enraged　and　insulted；
  was　rearing　high；　with　two　men　hanging　to　his　bridle。　　When　at
  last　he　had　calmed　there　was　no　sign　left　of　the　〃Wild　Man　　or　of
  his　wife。　　In　vain　did　Aylward；　an　arrow　on　his　string；　run　here
  and　there　among　the　great　trees　and　peer　down　the　shadowy　glades。
  When　he　returned　he　and　his　master　cast　a　shamefaced　glance　at
  each　other。
  〃I　trust　that　we　are　better　soldiers　than　jailers；〃　said　Aylward；
  as　he　climbed　on　his　pony。
  But　Nigel's　frown　relaxed　into　a　smile。　　〃At　least　we　have　gained
  back　what　we　lost；〃　said　he。　　〃Here　I　place　it　on　the　pommel　of　my
  saddle；　and　I　shall　not　take　my　eyes　from　it　until　we　are　safe　in
  Guildford　town。〃
  So　they　jogged　on　together　until　passing　Saint　Catherine's　shrine
  they　crossed　the　winding　Wey　once　more；　and　so　found　themselves　in
  the　steep　high　street　with　its　heavy…caved　gabled　houses；　its
  monkish　hospitium　upon　the　left；　where　good　ale　may　still　be
  quaffed；　and　its　great　square…keeped　castle　upon　the　right；　no
  gray　and　grim　skeleton　of　ruin；　but　very　quick　and　alert；　with
  blazoned　banner　flying　free；　and　steel　caps　twinkling　from　the
  battlement。　　A　row　of　booths　extended　from　the　castle　gate　to　the
  high　street；　and　two　doors　from　the　Church　of　the　Trinity　was　that
  of　Thorold　the　goldsmith；　a　rich　burgess　and　Mayor　of　the　town。
  He　looked　long　and　lovingly　at　the　rich　rubies　and　at　the　fine
  work　upon　the　goblet。　　Then　he　stroked　his　flowing　gray　beard　as
  he　pondered　whether　he　should　offer　fifty　nobles　or　sixty；　for　he
  knew　well　that　he　could　sell　them　again　for　two　hundred。　　If　he
  offered　too　much　his　profit　would　be　reduced。　　If　he　offered　too
  little　the　youth　might　go　as　far　as　London　with　them；　for　they
  were　rare　and　of　great　worth。　　The　young　man　was　ill…clad；　and　his
  eyes　were　anxious。　　Perchance　he　was　hard　pressed　and　was　ignorant
  of　the　value　of　what　he　bore。　　He　would　sound　him。
  〃These　things　are　old　and　out　of　fashion；　fair　sir；〃　said　he。　　〃Of
  the　stones　I　can　scarce　say　if　they　are　of　good　quality　or　not；
  but　they　are　dull　and　rough。　　Yet；　if　your　price　be　low　I　may　add
  them　to　my　stock；　though　indeed　this　booth　was　made　to　sell　and
  not　to　buy。　　What　do　you　ask？〃
  Nigel　bent　his　brows　in　perplexity。　　Here　was　a　game　in　which
  neither　his　bold　heart　nor　his　active　limbs　could　help　him。　　It
  was　the　new　force　mastering　the　old：　the　man　of　commerce
  conquering　the　man　of　war　…　wearing　him　down　and　weakening　him
  through　the　centuries　until　he　had　him　as　his　bond…servant　and　his
  thrall。
  〃　　know　not　what　to　ask；　good　sir；〃　said　Nigel。　　〃It　is　not　for
  me；　nor　for　any　man　who　bears　my　name；　to　chaffer　and　to　haggle。
  You　know　the　worth　of　these　things；　for　it　is　your　trade　to　do　so。
  The　Lady　Ermyntrude　lacks　money；　and　we　must　have　it　against　the
  King's　coming；　so　give　me　that　which　is　right　and　just；　and　we
  will　say　no　more。〃
  The　goldsmith　smiled。　　The　business　was　growing　more　simple　and
  more　profitable。　　He　had　intended　to　offer　fifty；　but　surely　it
  would　be　sinful　waste　to　give　more　than　twenty…five。
  〃I　shall　scarce　know　what　to　do　with　them　when　I　have　them；〃　said
  he。　　〃Yet　I　should　not　grudge　twenty　nobles　if　it　is　a　matter　in
  which　the　King　is　concerned。〃
  Nigel's　heart　turned　to　lead。　　This　sum　would　not　buy　one…half
  what　was　needful。　　It　was　clear　that　the　Lady　Ermyntrude　had
  overvalued　her　treasures。　　Yet　he　could　not　return　empty…handed；
  so　if　twenty　nobles　was　the　real　worth；　as　this　good　old　man
  assured　him；　then　he　must　be　thankful　and　take　it。
  〃I　am　concerned　by　what　you　say；〃　said　he。　　〃You　know　more　of
  these　things　than　I　can　do。　　However；　I　will　take　…　〃
  〃A　hundred　and　fifty；〃　whispered　Aylward's　voice　in　his　ear。
  〃A　hundred　and　fifty；〃　said　Nigel；　only　too　relieved　to　have　found
  the　humblest　guide　upon　these　unwonted　paths。
  The　goldsmith　started。　　This　youth　was　not　the　simple　soldier　that
  he　had　seemed。　　That　frank　face；　those　blue　eyes；　were　traps　for
  the　unwary。　　Never　had　he　been　more　taken　aback　in　a　bargain。
  〃This　is　fond　talk　and　can　lead　to　nothing；　fair　sir；〃　said　he；
  turning　away　and　fiddling　with　the　keys　of　his　strong　boxes。　　〃Yet
  I　have　no　wish　to　be　hard　on　you。　　Take　my　outside　price；　which　is
  fifty　nobles。〃
  〃And　a　hundred；〃　whispered　Aylward。
  〃And　a　hundred；〃　said　Nigel；　blushing　at　his　own　greed。
  〃Well；　well；　take　a　hundred！〃　cried　the　merchant。　　〃Fleece　me；
  skin　me；　leave　me　a　loser；　and　take　for　your　wares　the　full
  hundred！〃
  〃I　should　be　shamed　forever　if　I　were　to　treat　you　so　badly；〃　said
  Nigel。　　〃You　have　spoken　me　fair；　and　I　would　not　grind　you　down。
  Therefore；　I　will　gladly　take　one　hundred　…　〃
  〃And　fifty；〃　whispered　Aylward。
  〃And　fifty；〃　said　Nigel。
  〃By　Saint　John　of　Beverley！〃　cried　the　merchant。　　〃I　came　hither
  from　the　North　Country；　and　they　are　said　to　be　shrewd　at　a　deal
  in　those　parts；　but　I　had　rather　bargain　with　a　synagogue　full　of
  Jews　than　with　you；　for　all　your　gentle　ways。　　Will　you　indeed
  take　no　less　than　a　hundred　and　fifty？　　Alas！　you　pluck　from　me　my
  profits　of　a　month。　　It　is　a　fell　morning's　work　for　me。　　I　would
  I　had　never　seen　you！〃　　With　groans　and　lamentations　he　paid　the
  gold　pieces　across　the　counter；　and　Nigel；　hardly　able　to　credit
  his　own　good　fortune；　gathered　them　into　the　leather　saddle…bag。
  A　moment　later　with　flushed　face　he　was　in　the　street　and　pouring
  out　his　thanks　to　Aylward。
  〃Alas；　my　fair　lord！　the　man　has　robbed　us　now；〃　said　the　archer。
  〃　We　could　have　had　another　twenty　had　we　stood　fast。〃
  〃How　know　you　that；　good　Aylward？〃
  〃By　his　eyes；　Squire　Loring。　　I　wot　I　have　little　store　of　reading
  where　the　parchment　of　a　book　or　the　pinching　of　a　blazon　is
  concerned；　but　I　can　read　men's　eyes；　and　I　never　doubted　that　he
  would　give　what　he　has　given。〃
  The　two　travelers　had　dinner　at　the　monk's　hospitium；　Nigel　at　the
  high　table　and　Aylward　among　the　commonalty。　　Then　again　they
  roamed　the　high　street　on　business　intent。　　Nigel　bought　taffeta
  for　hangings；　wine；　preserves；　fruit；　damask　table　linen　and　many
  other　articles　of　need。　　At　last　he　halted　before　the　armorer's
  shop　at　the　castle…yard；　staring　at　the　fine　suits　of　plate；　the
  engraved　pectorals；　the　plumed　helmets；　the　cunningly　jointed
  gorgets；　as　a　child　at　a　sweet…shop。
  〃Well；　Squire　Loring；〃　said　Wat　the　armorer；　looking　sidewise　from
  the　furnace　where　he　was　tempering　a　sword　blade；　〃what　can　I　sell
  you　this　morning？　　I　swear　to　you　by　Tubal　Cain；　the　father　of　all
  workers　in　metal；　that　you　might　go　from　end　to　end　of　Cheapside
  and　never　see　a　better　suit　than　that　which　hangs　from　yonder
  hook！〃
  〃And　the　price；　armorer？〃
  〃To　anyone　else；　two　hundred　and　fifty　rose　nobles。　　To　you　two
  hundred。〃
  〃And　why　cheaper　to　me；　good　fellow？〃
  〃Because　I　fitted　your　father　also　for　the　wars；　and　a　finer　suit
  never　went　out　of　my　shop。　　I　warrant　that　it　turned　many　an　edge
  before　he　laid　it　aside。　　We　worked　in　mail　in　those　days；　and　I
  had　as　soon　have　a　well…made　thick…meshed　mail　as　any　plates；　but
  a　young　knight　will　be　in　the　fashion　like　any　dame　of　the　court；
  and　so　it　must　be　plate　now；　even　though　the　price　be　trebled。〃
  〃Your　rede　is　that　the　mail　is　as　good？〃
  〃I　am　well　sure　of　it。〃
  〃Hearken　then；　armorer！　　I　cannot　at　this　moment　buy　a　suit　of
  plate；　and　yet　I　sorely　need　steel　harness　on　account　of　a　small
  deed　which　it　is　in　my　mind　to　do。　　Now　I　have　at　my　home　at
  Tilford　that　very　suit　of　mail　of　which　you　speak；　with　which　my
  father　first　rode　to　the　wars。　　Could　you　not　so　alter　it　that　it
  should　guard　my　limbs　also？〃
  The　armorer　looked　at　Nigel's　small　upright　figure　and　burst　out
  laughing。　　〃You　jest；　Squire　Loring！　　The　suit　was　made　for　one
  who　was　far　above　the　common　stature　of　man。〃
  〃Nay；　I　jest　not。　　If　it　will　but　carry　me　through　one　spear…
  running　it　will　have　served　its　purpose。〃
  The　armorer　leaned　back　on　his　anvil　and　pondered　while　Nigel
  stared　anxiously　at　his　sooty　face。
  〃Right　gladly　would　I　lend　you　a　suit　of　plate　for　this　one
  venture；　Squire　Loring；　but　I　know　well　that　if　you　should　be
  overthrown　your　harness　becomes　prize　to　the　victor。　　I　am　a　poor
  man　with　many　children；　and　I　dare　not　risk　the　loss　of　it。　　But
  as　to　what　you　say　of　the　old　suit　of　mail；　is　it　indeed　in　good
  condition？〃
  〃Most　excellent；　save　only　at　the　neck；　which　is　much　frayed。〃
  〃To　shorten　the　limbs　is　easy。　　It　is　but　to　cut　out　a　length　of
  the　mail　and　then　loop　up　the　links。　　But　to　shorten　the　body…nay；
  that　is　beyond　the　armorer's　art。〃
  〃It　was　my　last　hope。　　Nay；　good　armorer；　if　you　have　indeed
  served　and　loved　my　gallant　father；　then　I　beg　you　by　his　memory
  that　you　will　help　me　now。〃
  The　armorer　threw　down　his　heavy　hammer　with　a　crash　upon　the
  floor。　　〃It　is　not　only　that　I　loved　your　father；　Squire　Loring；
  but　it　is　that　I　have　seen　you；　half　armed　as　you　were；　ride
  against　the　best　of　them　at　the　Castle　tiltyard。　　Last　Martinmas
  my　heart　bled　for　you　when　I　saw　how　sorry　was　your　harness；　and
  yet　you　held　your　own　against　the　stout　Sir　Oliver　with　his　Milan
  suit：　When　go　you　to　Tilford？〃
  〃Even　now。〃
  〃Heh；　Jenkin；　fetch　out　the　cob！〃　cried