“Sir John Redfyrne, a poor knight of his sacred majesty’s household.”
Cuthbert remembered the name too well, and his earnest desire was to get away without any further revelations.
“I have lately come from Glastonbury,” said Sir John; “dost thou know the place?”
Cuthbert could not lie. “I have been there,” he said.
“There was some talk of a lad of thy name when I first knew the town, who was educated at the Abbey.”
“It may be, sir; but see, that road will take me home, and there is no danger now; may I dismount?”
“Not just yet; here is a roadside inn, thou must at least grace me with thy presence over a cup of sack.”
“But my father will be uneasy.”
“I will answer for him.”
Not to increase Sir John’s suspicions, Cuthbert dismounted at the inn, and allowed himself to be led into a private chamber. Sir John waited for a moment, and descended the stairs.