The father, who had a great affection for his son, looked from him to Garin and back again. “He is a youth well-looking and strong,” he said. “Perhaps he may do thee good service!”
The chant, renewed, and taken up from the roadside, came to his ear. He crossed himself.
“Nor may I deny to our Lord Jesus one servant who will strike down the infidel! Nor to the youth himself the chance to win forgiveness of sins!” He spoke to Garin. “Stand up, Garin Rogier! Have you a horse?”
Garin rose to his feet. “No, lord. But I have money sufficient to buy one.”
Sir Aimar spoke again. “Pierre Avalon will sell him one when we come to the monastery.”
The father nodded. “Have you confessed and received absolution?”
“One week ago, lord. But when we come to the church I will find a priest. And when I am shriven I will take the cross.”
“Then,” said Sir Eudes, “it is agreed, Garin Rogier. You are my man and my son’s man. As for becoming knight, let us first see what blows you deal and what measure you keep! Now delay us no longer.”
He put himself into motion, and his son walked beside him. The mounted men followed, their horses stepping slowly. Then came the stream afoot, and Garin joined himself to this.