The High Bailiff coloured.
"Well, Messire," he said, "there is undoubtedly a Saint James, an
Apostle and a great Saint."
"Of the greatest," said Prosper. "But, pardon. I thought your burgh was devoted to Saint Crispin?"
"Messire, it is so. But there were reasons. First, your battle-cry should be familiar——"
"As Saint Crispin to Wanmeeting?"
"As the name of James, Messire. For it is my own poor name."
"Ah," said Prosper, "I begin to see."
"Then," said the Bailiff, pursuing his reasons, "a battle-cry should be short, of one syllable——"
"Like Saint Dennis?" Prosper asked.
"Like Saint George, Messire."