And the mob parted to right and left to let Stephen pass through. As he went, one ran after and gave him his sword.
“And my sword?” said the boy, who clung to Stephen's hand and followed close behind.
“Nay, let it lie,” Stephen answered him.
By Charing Cross they found Wat Tyler, and, by good hap, Calote.
“Thou must seek out John Ball and bid him make a camp to-night on Saint Catherine's Hill, where I will meet him,‘ said Wat. ’When thou hast so said, come to me at the Fleet Prison, where we go to set prisoners free,” and he strode off in a great haste.
“Sweetheart,” said Stephen then, and kissed his love; “here 's work to do, and none may do it so safe and sure as thou. Take this lording by the hand and lead him through the city to the Tower;—do not leave him till he is entered there. Art afeared?”
“Afeared!” she cried, “and all the Fellowship my brothers?—Who is this young lord?”
And Stephen made answer, “'T is John of Gaunt's son, Henry, shall be Lancaster.”