"I am come with a message from Anthony to his father."
"Indeed—to come and see his scratch, and a drop of blood from it; and then to clasp each other and weep, and make friends?"
"The message is not to you, but to his father."
"And—he is not hurt?"
"Not seriously hurt."
"I never designed to hurt him. I did but defend my own self. I treated him as an angry boy with a knife."
"No more of this," said Luke. "Let the matter not be mentioned. I will say naught concerning it, neither do you. So is best. As for Anthony, he is away."
"Away? Whither gone?"
"Gone to-night to join Monmouth. Your father is gathering men for the Protestant cause, Anthony will be with him and them."