"A price, good Pardoner?"
"Why, there be sins great and sins little. But, youthful sir, for thine own damnable doings, grieve not, mope not nor repine, since I, Lubbo Fitz-Lubbin, Past Pardoner of the Holy See, will e'en now unloose, assoil and remit them unto thee—"
"At a price!" nodded Beltane.
"Good my lord," spake Giles, viewing the Pardoner's plump person with a yearning eye, "pray thee bid me kick him hence!"
"Not so, Giles, since from all things may we learn—with patience.
Here now is one that hath travelled and seen much and should be wise—"
"Forsooth, messire, I have been so accounted ere now," nodded the
Pardoner.
"Dost hear, Giles? Thus, from his wisdom I may perchance grow wiser than I am. So get thee back to thy duty, Giles. Begone—thy presence doth distract us."
"Aye, base archer, begone!" nodded the Pardoner, seating himself upon the sward. "Thy visage dour accordeth not with deep-seated thought— take it hence!"
"There spake wisdom, Giles, and he is a fool that disobeys. So, Giles —begone!"
Hereupon Giles frowned upon the Pardoner, who lolling at his ease, snapped his fingers at Giles, whereat Giles scowled amain and scowling, strode away.