"Ay, in good sooth," said Kit; "fortified, armed, and vict—No, by the devil's horns, victualled we are not!"
And the worthy soldier sprang to his feet, the picture of dismay.
"Go to!" cried Hal, rising almost as quickly. "Where are the provisions Anthony brought yestreen?"
"In those bellies and mine, and a murrain on such appetites!" was Kit's self-reproachful answer. "God's death, we're like to make up for a deal of Lent-breaking, these next two days!"
Hal became at once hungry, at the very prospect of a two days' complete fast. He wondered how his men would endure it; and he thought of the lady up-stairs. Already languishing from sheer fatigue, must she now famish also?
"We must get a supply of food!" said Marryott, decidedly.
"Where?" queried the captain.
"Where we got yesterday's. Some one must go, at once!"
"I will go," said Anthony. "I know the way."
"Rouse the innkeeper, at any cost," replied Hal, handing out a gold piece from the pocket of his hose.