After waiting a good hour he felt desperately hungry; so he turned, and in self-defence went to sleep again.
Poor fellow, in his hard life he had been often driven to this manoeuvre. At high noon he was waked by Gerard moving, and found him sitting up with the straw smoking round him like a dung-hill. Animal heat versus moisture. Gerard called him “a lazy loon.” He quietly grinned.
They set out, and the first thing Denys did was to give Gerard his arbalest, etc., and mount a high tree on the road. “Coast clear to the next village,” said he, and on they went.
On drawing near the village, Denys halted and suddenly inquired of Gerard how he felt.
“What! can you not see? I feel as if Rome was no further than yon hamlet.”
“But thy body, lad; thy skin?”
“Neither hot nor cold; and yesterday 'twas hot one while and cold another. But what I cannot get rid of is this tiresome leg.”
“Le grand malheur! Many of my comrades have found no such difficulty.”
“Ah! there it goes again; itches consumedly.”
“Unhappy youth,” said Denys solemnly, “the sum of thy troubles is this: thy fever is gone, and thy wound is—healing. Sith so it is,” added he indulgently, “I shall tell thee a little piece of news I had otherwise withheld.”