Chapter Six.
How I walked with a Rebel.
“Where do we go next?” asked I in the morning as we shook ourselves free of the hay which had been our bed, and sallied out into the air.
He looked at me with a smile, as though the question were a jest.
“To my guardian’s,” said he.
“Why!” said I, “he will flog you for running away from Oxford.”
“What of that?” said Sir Ludar. “He is my governor.”
It seemed odd to me for a man to put himself thus in the lion’s maw, but I durst not question my new chief.
“You shall come too, and see him,” said he. “It passes me to guess what he will do with me next, unless he make a lawyer or a priest of me.”