My name is Gobbet-on-the-Green,
No longer here I may be seen;
Farewell, my Lordings, all by dene [in haste]
For letting [hindering] of your play.”
Setting spurs to his horse, the messenger, a brilliant figure in a doublet of sapphire blue laced with gold, and long crimson hose, rode away, disappearing at the opposite corner of the market-place from that at which he had entered.
And now another figure came into view, also riding.
This was a stately man in long robes, wearing a curious turban of linen.
“Is that Abraham?” asked Colin. “But where is Isaac?”
“He doesn’t come yet,” answered Master Gyseburn. “The story, you see, begins long before Isaac is born. Abraham has just returned from his victory over the four kings. Listen! He is explaining how the kings took his nephew Lot prisoner, and how he released him, and conquered the kings.”
“Now there’s another man coming on horseback!” said Margery. “Oh! look how beautifully he is dressed, with rubies on his gown, and on the thing that comes over his forehead. Who is he?”