“‘No,’ was the indifferent and concise answer of the guide, who neither seemed offended nor surprised at the young man’s violence of manner.
“‘Are you a Pagan then, or what are you?’
“‘I have no religion,’ answered the Bohemian.
“Durward started back; for, though he had heard of Saracens and idolaters, it had never entered into his ideas or belief, that any body of men could exist who practised no mode of worship whatsoever. He recovered from his astonishment, to ask where his guide usually dwelt.
“‘Wherever I chance to be for the time,’ replied the Bohemian. ‘I have no home.’
“‘How do you guard your property?’
“‘Excepting the clothes which I wear, and the horse I ride on, I have no property.’
“‘Yet you dress gaily, and ride gallantly,’ said Durward. ‘What are your means of subsistence?’
“‘I eat when I am hungry, drink when I am thirsty, and have no other means of subsistence than chance throws in my way,’ replied the vagabond.
“‘Under whose laws do you live?’