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This nail,' he continued, pulling off his hat and turning up his sightless orbs, is one of those wherewith man's salvation was secured. I had it, together with this piece of the true rood, from the five-and-twentieth descendant of Joseph of Arimathea, who still lives in Jerusalem alive and well, though latterly much afflicted by boils. Ay, you may well cross yourselves, and I beg that you will not breathe upon it or touch it with your fingers.'

'And the wood and stone, holy father?' asked Alleyne, with bated breath, as he stared awe-struck at his precious relics.

'This cantle of wood is from the true cross, this other from Noah his ark, and the third is from the door-post of the temple of the wise King Solomon. This stone was thrown at the sainted Stephen, and the other two are from the Tower of Babel. Here, too, is part of Aaron's rod, and a lock of hair from Elisha the prophet.'

'But, father,' quoth Alleyne, the holy Elisha was bald, which brought down upon him the revilements of the wicked children.'

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'It is very true that he had not much hair,' said the palmer quickly, and it is this which makes this relic so exceeding precious. Take now your choice of these, my worthy gentlemen, and pay such a price as your consciences will suffer you to offer; for I am not a chapman nor a huckster, and I would never part with them, did I not know that I am very near to my reward.'

'Aylward,' said Alleyne excitedly, 'this is such a chance as few folk have twice in one life. The nail I must have, and I will give it to the Abbey of Beaulieu, so that all the folk in England may go thither to wonder and to pray.'

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'And I will have the stone from the temple,' cried Hordle John. What would not my old mother give to have it hung over her bed?'

'And I will have Aaron's rod,' quoth Aylward. 'I have but five florins in the world, and here are four of them.'

'Here are three more,' said John.

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'And here five more,' added Alleyne. Holy father, I hand you twelve florins, which is all that we can give, though we well know how poor a pay it is for the wondrous things which you sell us.'

'Down pride, down!' cried the pilgrim, still beating upon his chest. Can I not bend myself, then, to take this sorry sum which is offered me for that which has cost me the labours of a life. Give me the dross! Here are the precious relics, and, oh, I pray you that

you will handle them softly and with reverence, else had I rather left my unworthy bones here by the wayside.'

With doffed caps and eager hands, the comrades took their new and precious possessions, and pressed onwards upon their journey, leaving the aged palmer still seated under the cherry-tree. They rode in silence, each with his treasure in his hand, glancing at it from time to time, and scarce able to believe that chance had made them sole owners of relics of such holiness and worth that every abbey and church in Christendom would have bid eagerly for their possession. So they journeyed, full of this good fortune, until opposite the town of Le Mas, where John's horse cast a shoe, and they were glad to find a wayside smith who might set the matter to rights. To him Aylward narrated the good hap which had befallen them; but the smith, when his eyes lit upon the relics, leaned up against his anvil and laughed, with his hand to his side, until the tears hopped down his sooty cheeks.

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Why, masters,' quoth he, this man is a coquillart, or seller of false relics, and was here in this smithy not two hours ago. This nail that he hath sold you was taken from my nail-box; and as to the wood and the stones, you will see a heap of both outside, from which he hath filled his scrip.'

'Nay, nay,' cried Alleyne, 'this was a holy man who had journeyed to Jerusalem, and acquired a dropsy by running from the house of Pilate to the Mount of Olives.'

'I know not about that,' said the smith; 'but I know that a man with a grey palmer's hat and gown was here no very long time ago, and that he sat on yonder stump and ate a cold pullet and drank a flask of wine. Then he begged from me one of my nails, and filling his scrip with stones, he went upon his way. Look at these nails, and see if they are not the same as that which he has

sold you.'

'Now may God save us!' cried Alleyne, all aghast. 'Is there no end, then, to the wickedness of humankind? He so humble, so aged, so loth to take our money-and yet a villain and a cheat. Whom can we trust or believe in?'

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'I will after him,' said Aylward, flinging himself into the saddle. Come, Alleyne, we may catch him ere John's horse be shod.'

Away they galloped together, and ere long they saw the old grey palmer walking slowly along in front of them. He turned, however, at the sound of their hoofs, and it was clear that his blind

ness was a cheat like all the rest of him, for he ran swiftly through a field and so into a wood, where none could follow him. They hurled their relics after him, and so rode back to the blacksmith's the poorer both in pocket and in faith.

CHAPTER XXVII.

HOW ROGER CLUB-FOOT WAS PASSED INTO PARADISE.

Ir was evening before the three comrades came into Aiguillon. There they found Sir Nigel Loring and Ford safely lodged at the sign of the ‘Bâton Rouge,' where they supped on good fare, and slept between lavender-scented sheets. It chanced, however, that a knight of Poitou, Sir Gaston d'Estelle, was staying there on his way back from Lithuania, where he had served a term with the Teutonic knights under the land-master of the presbytery of Marienberg. He and Sir Nigel sat late in high converse as to bushments, outfalls, and the intaking of cities, with many tales of warlike men and valiant deeds. Then their talk turned to minstrelsy, and the stranger knight drew forth a cittern, upon which he played the minne-lieder of the north, singing the while in a high, cracked voice of Hildebrand and Brunhild and Siegfried, and all the strength and beauty of the land of Almain. To this Sir Nigel answered with the romances of Sir Eglamour, and of Sir Isumbras, and so through the long winter night they sat by the crackling wood-fire answering each other's songs until the crowing cocks joined in their concert. Yet, with scarce an hour of rest, Sir Nigel was as blithe and bright as ever as they set forth after breakfast upon their way.

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'This Sir Gaston is a very worthy man,' said he to his squires as they rode from the Bâton Rouge.' 'He hath a very strong desire to advance himself, and would have entered upon some small knightly debate with me, had he not chanced to have his arm-bone broken by the kick of a horse. I have conceived a great love for him, and I have promised him that when his bone is mended I will exchange thrusts with him. But we must keep to this road upon the left.''

'Nay, my fair lord,' quoth Aylward. 'The road to Montaubon is over the river, and so through Quercy and the Agenois.'

'True, my good Aylward; but I have learned from this worthy

knight, who hath come over the French marches, that there is a company of Englishmen who are burning and plundering in the country round Villefranche. I have little doubt, from what he says, that they are those whom we seek.'

"By my hilt! it is like enough,' said Aylward. By all accounts, they had been so long at Montaubon that there would be little there worth the taking. Then, as they have already been in the south, they would come north to the country of the Aveyron.'

'We shall follow the Lot until we come to Cahors, and then cross the marches into Villefranche,' said Sir Nigel. By St. Paul! as we are but a small band, it is very likely that we may have some very honourable and pleasing adventure, for I hear that there is little peace upon the French border.'

All morning they rode down a broad and winding road, barred with the shadows of poplars. Sir Nigel rode in front with his squires, while the two archers followed behind with the sumpter mule between them. They had left Aiguilion and the Garonne far to the south, and rode now by the tranquil Lot, which curves blue and placid through a gently-rolling country. Alleyne could not but mark that, whereas in Guienne there had been many townlets and few castles, there were now many castles and few houses. On either hand grey walls and square grim keeps peeped out at every few miles from amid the forests, while the few villages which they passed were all ringed round with rude walls, which spoke of the constant fear and sudden foray of a wild frontier land. Twice during the morning there came bands of horsemen swooping down upon them from the black gateways of wayside strongholds, with short stern questions as to whence they came and what their errand. Bands of armed men clanked along the highway, and the few lines of laden mules which carried the merchandise of the trader were guarded by armed varlets, or by archers hired for the service.

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The peace of Bretigny hath not made much change in these parts,' quoth Sir Nigel, for the country is overrun with free companions and masterless men. Yonder towers, between the wood and the hill, mark the town of Cahors, and beyond it is the land of France. But here is a man by the wayside, and as he hath two horses and a squire I make little doubt that he is a knight. I pray you, Alleyne, to give him greeting from me, and to ask him for his titles and coat-armour. It may be that I can relieve

him of some vow, or perchance he hath a lady whom he would wish to advance.'

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'Nay, my fair lord,' said Alleyne, these are not horses and a squire, but mules and a varlet. The man is a mercer, for he hath a great bundle beside him.'

'Now, God's blessing on your honest English voice!' cried the stranger, pricking up his ears at the sound of Alleyne's words. 'Never have I heard music that was so sweet to mine ear. Come, Watkin, lad, throw the bales over Laura's back! My heart was nigh broke, for it seemed that I had left all that was English behind me, and that I would never set eyes upon Norwich marketsquare again.' He was a tall, lusty, middle-aged man with a ruddy face, a brown forked beard shot with grey, and a broad Flanders hat set at the back of his head. His servant, as tall as himself, but gaunt and raw-boned, had swung the bales on the back of one mule, while the merchant mounted upon the other and rode to join the party. It was easy to see, as he approached, from the quality of his dress and the richness of his trappings, that he was a man of some wealth and position.

'Sir knight,' said he, 'my name is David Micheldene, and I am a burgher and alderman of the good town of Norwich, where I live five doors from the church of Our Lady, as all men know on the banks of Yare. I have here my bales of cloth which I carry to Cahors-woe worth the day that ever I started on such an errand! I crave your gracious protection upon the way for me, my servant, and my mercery; for I have already had many perilous passages, and have now learned that Roger Club-foot, the robber-knight of Quercy, is out upon the road in front of me. I hereby agree to give you one rose-noble if you bring me safe to the inn of the "Angel" in Cahors, the same to be repaid to me or my heirs if any harm come to me or my goods.'

'By Saint Paul!' answered Sir Nigel, 'I should be a sorry knight if I asked pay for standing by a countryman in a strange land. You may ride with me and welcome, Master Micheldene, and your varlet may follow with my archers.'

'God's benison upon thy bounty!' cried the stranger. 'Should you come to Norwich you may have cause to remember that you have been of service to Alderman Micheldene. It is not very far to Cahors, for surely I see the cathedral towers against the skyline; but I have heard much of this Roger Club-foot, and the more I hear, the less do I wish to look upon his face. Oh, but I

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