"A cresset-bearer."
No further explanation was required. The Duke of Exeter wished for an interview.
"Go to: where shall it be?"
"At my house, an' it like you."
"May it be done this even? for I should set forth on my journey by morning light."
"It can be done this minute, an' you will come with me."
"Is it far?—and who be you?"
"I am a parchment-maker, of Smithfield, and a Goose by name and nature," said the young man with a smile.
"By name, may-be," replied Frideswide, with an answering smile: "methinks scarce by nature, else had not your master and mine trusted you with such an errand. But have you no token for me?"
"Ay, one of gold forged in the King's mint.—'Alle thingis, and in alle thingis, Crist.'"