But happily (to ease the mind of our readers we will say at once) he was not to take many steps on this road.
“Magog! Magog! open! open!”
“Not such a noise, you’ll wake the old governor above,” —alluding to the master of the hostel.
“He won’t wake, not he. It does not pay to see too much. He knows his own interests.”
“Past curfew,” growled Magog. “Can’t let any one out.”
“That only means he wants another coin.”
“Open, Magog, we are going to pray at Saint Frideswide’s shrine for thee.”
“We are going to get another deer for thee at Woodstock.”
“We are going by the king’s invitation to visit the palace, and see the ghost of fair Rosamond.”
“We are going to sup with the Franciscans—six split peas and a thimbleful of water to each man.”