"Pierre Rousseau and François Abelard."
"You swear this?"
"I swear that I saw such a parchment."
"But where? Tell me where?"
"It was in such a strange place that I cannot describe it. Yet methinks I could find it again."
He seemed so carried away by what I had told him that he started to his feet.
"Find it, Master Roland Rashcliffe, and bring it to me. If you will do this, you may depend on my smile all your life through."
"Obey his Grace, Roland," said my father.
"Stay," said the duke, directly my father had spoken, and I thought suspicion gleamed in his eyes. "Your father informs me that your discovery was made before we landed on English shores. You were at Dover at our coming. What have you been doing with yourself since?"
"If you will ask Caleb Bullen, he will tell you I have been staying at the Virgin Queen, at St. Paul's Cross," I said; then, fearing further questions, I went on, "but the thing you require of me is not easy of accomplishment. Already I have nearly lost my life in the search thereof, and——"