"Why, that is three days' journey hence; come with me."
He led them into an open glade; there was a large fire over which a cauldron hung, emitting a most savoury stew as it bubbled, and stretched around the fire were some thirty men, evidently outlaws of the Robin Hood type.
"What are these boys?"
"Wanderers in the woods, who say they want to go to Wallingford."
"Whose sons are ye?"
"Of Brian Fitz-Count, Lord of Wallingford."
"By all the Saints! then my rede is to hang them for their father's sake, and have no more of the brood. Have you any brothers? Good heavens! they are lepers."
"Send an arrow through each."
"For shame, Ulf, the hand of God hath touched them; but depart."
"Give us some food."