That worthy laughed at first at the sight of his muddy armour. But presently, frowning, said, "I marvel, sir, that so good a knight as you should know his devoir so ill as turn rebel, and give us all this trouble."
"I am nun—nun—nun—nun—nun—no knight."
"What, then?"
"A hosier."
"A what? Then thy armour shall be stripped off, and thou shalt be tied to a stake in front of the works, and riddled with arrows for a warning to traitors."
"N—n—n—n—no! duda—duda—duda—duda—don't do that."
"Tuta—tuta—tuta—townsfolk will—h—h—h—hang t'other buba—buba—buba—buba—bastard."
"What, whom?"
"Your bub—bub—bub—brother Baldwyn."