‘No play, no pay, Wulf. We shall see to-morrow.’
‘I knew that he would stand the trial! I knew he was right at heart!’
‘At all events, there is no fear of his ill-using the poor thing, if he loves her well enough to go down on his knees to his sworn foes for her.’
‘I don’t know that,’ answered Wulf, with a shake of the head. ‘These monks, I hear, fancy that their God likes them the better the more miserable they are: so, perhaps they may fancy that he will like them all the more, the more miserable they make other people. However, it’s no concern of ours.’
‘We have quite enough of our own to see to just now. But mind, no play, no pay.’
‘Of course not. How the streets are filling! We shall not be able to see the guards to-night, if this mob thickens much more.’
‘We shall have enough to do to hold our own, perhaps. Do you hear what they are crying there? “Down with all heathens! Down with barbarians!” That means us, you know.’
‘Do you fancy no one understands Greek but yourself? Let them come .... It may give us an excuse.... And we can hold the house a week.’
‘But how can we get speech of the guards?’
‘We will slip round by water. And, after all, deeds will win them better than talk. They will be forced to fight on the same side as we, and most probably be glad of our help; for if the mob attacks any one, it will begin with the Prefect.’