"We shall leave the city, but not yet. The lad here will show us the way," Anton answered. "You see I am to be of some service quickly, Captain," said Grigosie. "Trust me. My way is clear enough, and no King's order has power to bar it. We must wait a little. I have some money in my pouch; may I pay for liquor?"
"You're doing me good, youngster," laughed Ellerey. "Order your drinks, and tell me who they were who fathered and mothered you that you have such wit. You are not fashioned after the usual breed in Wallaria."
"I am of the pure breed which is being forgotten in the bastard race. I am of the old stock reared without the city walls. Anton can answer for me."
"That I can."
The drinks were brought, but the lad drank sparingly. Ellerey liked him none the worse for that. If wine were found upon the journey, one sober comrade, though he were a lad, might be more profitable than half a dozen boasters. The boy talked brightly, and his air of boastfulness fell from him. There was a tone of deference to the Captain in his manner which sat gracefully on his young shoulders.
"Were it not that they brought your favor, I should regret the fly and the candle," he said presently. "I crave your pardon."
"Say no more of it. We'll give you better marks before long, maybe."
"You carry two cloaks, Captain. How is that?"
"One my own, one I borrowed this morning. I am going to leave it with the landlord to be returned."
"Wear it until we are free of the city. It may conceal you from some prying eyes. I warrant you are well looked for to-night."