“Slave, what did these foresters?”
“Villain, they ran away!”
“Ha, varlet! and wherefore?”
“Caitiff, I drubbed them shrewdly.”
“Dared ye withstand them, dog?”
“Minion, I did.”
“Saw ye not the badge they bore?” demanded the fierce stranger-knight.
“'T was the like of that upon thy shield!” nodded Sir Pertinax grimly.
“Know ye who and what I am, dunghill rogue?”
“No, dog's-breakfast—nor care!” growled Sir Pertinax, whereat the stranger-knight grew sudden red and clenched mailed fist.