But while Hereward was casting in his mind what gewgaw further might suffice to appease the Apostle, he was recalled to business and common-sense by hearing the two old hags talk to each other in French.
His heart leapt for joy, and he forgot St. Peter utterly.
“Well, how have you sped? Have you seen the king?”
“No; but Ivo Taillebois. Eh! Who the foul fiend have you lying there?”
“Only an English brute. He cannot understand us. Talk on: only don’t wake the hog. Have you got the gold?”
“Never mind.”
Then there was a grumbling and a quarrelling, from which Hereward understood that the gold was to be shared between them.
“But it is a bit of chain. To cut it will spoil it.”
The other insisted; and he heard them chop the gold chain in two.
“And is this all?”