This I said like one in a dream, for while I had it in my mind that the journey to Canterbury would suit me well, seeing that we should be on our way to London, my mind was so occupied with other things that I paid but scant heed to his words.
A little later we were on our way out of the town, a great crowd following the king, while a greater crowd prepared to remain in Dover, so as to take part in the carousing which had, been arranged. On the hill near I saw Dover Castle, which looked stately and grand in the smiling sunlight, while seaward the waters gleamed brightly, as though nature sought to harmonize with the gladness of the multitude. All around the people continued to cry "God save the king!" while guns boomed with a great, thundering noise, and bands of music played merry tunes.
"Methinks, this is a great day, Roland," said my father, who rode close to my side.
I did not reply, for my mind was full of the thought of the woman who lay in prison.
"The king seemed pleased with you."
"Ay," I replied, "I trust so."
"Trust nothing, Roland."
I gazed nervously around, fearing lest my father's words should be heard and reported to the king.
"You need not fear to speak, Roland," said my father. "No attention is paid to us. Besides, there is such a noise that no man can hear you speak, save me, whose ear is close to your mouth. In truth had I a matter of secrecy to discuss I would desire no better place."
I continued silent, first because there seemed nought to say, and second because I thought of other matters.