‘Never mind. I am little John Nobody that durst not speak.’
‘Is it trouble?’
‘No, peace, of course. But then I am little John Nobody.
“When Captains Courageous, whom death could not daunt,
Did march to the siege of the City of Gaunt,
They mustred their soldiers by two and by three,
And the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree.”
But I durst not speak.’
A dark form came up the stairs, and stood lankly silhouetted against the glowing sky.
‘Is that you, Master Clerivault?’ asked the singer. ‘Is not this peace a lovely thing?’