"Poor boys, so young too; but off, or my good man may set the dogs at you."
And they departed, much refreshed.
"Oh Evroult, how every one abhors us!"
"It is very hard to bear."
At midday, still following the brook, they were saluted with a stern "Stand, and deliver!"
A fellow in forester's garb, with bow and arrow so adjusted that he could send the shaft in a moment through any body, opposed their passage.
"We are only poor boys."
"Whither bound?"
"For Wallingford."