knight　Sir　Robert；　checking；　testing；　watching　and　controlling；
  saying　little；　for　he　was　a　man　of　few　words；　but　with　his　eyes；
  his　hands；　and　if　need　be　his　heavy；　dog…whip；　wherever　they　were
  wanted。
  The　seamen　of　the　Basilisk；　being　from　a　free　port；　had　the　old
  feud　against　the　men　of　the　Cinque　Ports；　who　were　looked　upon　by
  the　other　mariners　of　England　as　being　unduly　favored　by　the　King。
  A　ship　of　the　West　Country　could　scarce　meet　with　one　from　the
  Narrow　Seas　without　blood　flowing。　　Hence　sprang　sudden　broils　on
  the　quay　side；　when　with　yell　and　blow　the　Thomases　and　Grace
  Dieus；　Saint　Leonard　on　their　lips　and　murder　in　their　hearts；
  would　fall　upon　the　Basilisks。　　Then　amid　the　whirl　of　cudgels　and
  the　clash　of　knives　would　spring　the　tiger　figure　of　the　young
  leader；　lashing　mercilessly　to　right　and　left　like　a　tamer　among
  his　wolves；　until　he　had　beaten　them　howling　back　to　their　work。
  Upon　the　morning　of　the　fourth　day　all　was　ready；　and　the　ropes
  being　cast　off　the　three　little　ships　were　warped　down　the　harbor
  by　their　own　pinnaces　until　they　were　swallowed　up　in　the　swirling
  folds　of　a　Channel　mist。
  Though　small　in　numbers；　it　was　no　mean　force　which　Edward　had
  dispatched　to　succor　the　hard…pressed　English　garrisons　in
  Brittany。　　There　was　scarce　a　man　among　them　who　was　not　an　old
  soldier；　and　their　leaders　were　men　of　note　in　council　and　in　war。
  Knolles　flew　his　flag　of　the　black　raven　aboard　the　Basilisk。
  With　him　were　Nigel　and　his　own　Squire　John　Hawthorn。　　Of　his
  hundred　men；　forty　were　Yorkshire　Dalesmen　and　forty　were　men　of
  Lincoln；　all　noted　archers；　with　old　Wat　of　Carlisle；　a　grizzled
  veteran　of　border　warfare；　to　lead　them。
  Already　Aylward　by　his　skill　and　strength　had　won　his　way　to　an
  under…officership　amongst　them；　and　shared　with　Long　Ned
  Widdington；　a　huge　North　Countryman；　the　reputation　of　coming　next
  to　famous　Wat　Carlisle　in　all　that　makes　an　archer。　　The　men…
  at…arms　too　were　war…hardened　soldiers；　with　Black　Simon　of
  Norwich；　the　same　who　had　sailed　from　Winchelsea；　to　lead　them。
  With　his　heart　filled　with　hatred　for　the　French　who　had　slain　all
  who　were　dear　to　him；　he　followed　like　a　bloodhound　over　land　and
  sea　to　any　spot　where　he　might　glut　his　vengeance。　　Such　also　were
  the　men　who　sailed　in　the　other　ships；　Cheshire　men　from　the　Welsh
  borders　in　the　cog　Thomas；　and　Cumberland　men；　used　to　Scottish
  warfare；　in　the　Grace　Dieu。
  Sir　James　Astley　hung　his　shield　of　cinquefoil　ermine　over　the
  quarter　of　the　Thomas。　　Lord　Thomas　Percy；　a　cadet　of　Alnwick；
  famous　already　for　the　high　spirit　of　that　house　which　for　ages
  was　the　bar　upon　the　landward　gate　of　England；　showed　his　blue
  lion　rampant　as　leader　of　the　Grace　Dieu。　　Such　was　the　goodly
  company　Saint…Malo　bound；　who　warped　from　Calais　Harbor　to　plunge
  into　the　thick　reek　of　a　Channel　mist。
  A　slight　breeze　blew　from　the　eastward；　and　the　highended；
  round…bodied　craft　rolled　slowly　down　the　Channel。　　The　mist　rose
  a　little　at　times；　so　that　they　had　sight　of　each　other　dipping
  and　rising　upon　a　sleek；　oily　sea；　but　again　it　would　sink　down；
  settling　over　the　top；　shrouding　the　great　yard；　and　finally
  frothing　over　the　deck　until　even　the　water　alongside　had　vanished
  from　their　view　and　they　were　afloat　on　a　little　raft　in　an　ocean
  of　vapor。　　A　thin　cold　rain　was　falling；　and　the　archers　were
  crowded　under　the　shelter　of　the　overhanging　poop　and　forecastle；
  where　some　spent　the　hours　at　dice；　some　in　sleep；　and　many　in
  trimming　their　arrows　or　polishing　their　weapons。
  At　the　farther　end；　seated　on　a　barrel　as　a　throne　of　honor；　with
  trays　and　boxes　of　feathers　around　him；　was　Bartholomew　the　bowyer
  and　Fletcher；　a　fat；　bald…headed　man；　whose　task　it　was　to　see
  that　every　man's　tackle　was　as　it　should　be；　and　who　had　the
  privilege　of　selling　such　extras　as　they　might　need。　　A　group　of
  archers　with　their　staves　and　quivers　filed　before　him　with
  complaints　or　requests；　while　half　a　dozen　of　the　seniors　gathered
  at　his　back　and　listened　with　grinning　faces　to　his　comments　and
  rebukes。
  〃Canst　not　string　it？〃　he　was　saying　to　a　young　bowman。　　〃Then
  surely　the　string　is　overshort　or　the　stave　overlong。　　It　could
  not　by　chance　be　the　fault　of　thy　own　baby　arms　more　fit　to　draw
  on　thy　hosen　than　to　dress　a　warbow。　　Thou　lazy　lurdan；　thus　is　it
  strung！〃　　He　seized　the　stave　by　the　center　in　his　right　hand；
  leaned　the　end　on　the　inside　of　his　right　foot；　and　then；　pulling
  the　upper　nock　down　with　the　left　hand；　slid　the　eye　of　the　string
  easily　into　place。　　〃Now　I　pray　thee　to　unstring　it　again；〃
  handing　it　to　the　bowman。
  The　youth　with　an　effort　did　so；　but　he　was　too　slow　in
  disengaging　his　fingers；　and　the　string　sliding　down　with　a　snap
  from　the　upper　nock　caught　and　pinched　them　sorely　against　the
  stave。　　A　roar　of　laughter；　like　the　clap　of　a　wave；　swept　down
  the　deck　as　the　luckless　bowman　danced　and　wrung　his　hand。
  〃Serve　thee　well　right；　thou　redeless　fool！〃　growled　the　old
  bowyer。　　〃So　fine　a　bow　is　wasted　in　such　hands。　　How　now；　Samkin？
  I　can　teach　you　little　of　your　trade；　I　trow。　　Here　is　a　bow
  dressed　as　it　should　be；　but　it　would；　as　you　say；　be　the　better
  for　a　white　band　to　mark　the　true　nocking　point　in　the　center　of
  this　red　wrapping　of　silk。　　Leave　it　and　I　will　tend　to　it　anon。
  And　you；　Wat？　　A　fresh　head　on　yonder　stele？　　Lord；　that　a　man
  should　carry　four　trades　under　one　hat；　and　be　bowyer；　fletcher；
  stringer　and　headmaker！　　Four　men's　work　for　old　Bartholomew　and
  one　man's　pay！〃
  〃Nay；　say　no　more　about　that；〃　growled　an　old　wizened　bowman；　with
  a　brown…parchment　skin　and　little　beady　eyes。　　〃It　is　better　in
  these　days　to　mend　a　bow　than　to　bend　one。　　You　who　never　looked　a
  Frenchman　in　the　face　are　pricked　off　for　ninepence　a　day；　and　I；
  who　have　fought　five　stricken　fields；　can　earn　but　fourpence。〃
  〃It　is　in　my　mind；　John　of　Tuxford；　that　you　have　looked　in　the
  face　more　pots　of　mead　than　Frenchmen；〃　said　the　old　bowyer。　　〃I
  am　swinking　from　dawn　to　night；　while　you　are　guzzling　in　an
  alestake。　　How　now；　youngster？　　Overbowed？　　Put　your　bow　in　the
  tiller。　　It　draws　at　sixty　pounds　…　not　a　pennyweight　too　much　for
  a　man　of　your　inches。　　Lay　more　body　to　it；　lad；　and　it　will　come
  to　you。　　If　your　bow　be　not　stiff；　how　can　you　hope　for　a　twenty…
  score　flight。　　Feathers？　　Aye；　plenty　and　of　the　best。　　Here；
  peacock　at　a　groat　each。　　Surely　a　dandy　archer　like　you；
  Tom　Beverley；　with　gold　earrings　in　your　ears；　would　have　no
  feathering　but　peacocks？〃
  〃So　the　shaft　fly　straight；　I　care　not　of　the　feather；〃　said　the
  bowman；　a　tall　young　Yorkshireman；　counting　out　pennies　on　the
  palm　of　his　horny　hand。
  〃Gray　goose…feathers　are　but　a　farthing。　　These　on　the　left　are　a
  halfpenny；　for　they　are　of　the　wild　goose；　and　the　second　feather
  of　a　fenny　goose　is　worth　more　than　the　pinion　of　a　tame　one。
  These　in　the　brass　tray　are　dropped　feathers；　and　a　dropped
  feather　is　better　than　a　plucked　one。　　Buy　a　score　of　these；　lad；
  and　cut　them　saddle…backed　or　swine…backed；　the　one　for　a　dead
  shaft　and　the　other　for　a　smooth　flyer；　and　no　man　in　the　company
  will　swing　a　better…fletched　quiver　over　his　shoulder。〃
  It　chanced　that　the　opinion　of　the　bowyer　on　this　and　other　points
  differed　from　that　of　Long　Ned　of　Widdington；　a　surly
  straw…bearded　Yorkshireman；　who　had　listened　with　a　sneering　face
  to　his　counsel。　　Now　he　broke　in　suddenly　upon　the　bowyer's　talk。
  〃You　would　do　better　to　sell　bows　than　to　try　to　teach　others　how
  to　use　them；〃　said　he；　〃for　indeed；　Bartholomew；　that　head　of
  thine　has　no　more　sense　within　it　than　it　has　hairs　without。　　If
  you　had　drawn　string　for　as　many　months　as　I　have　years　you　would
  know　that　a　straight…cut　feather　flies　smoother　than　a　swine…
  backed；　and　pity　it　is　that　these　young　bowmen　have　none　to　teach
  them　better！〃
  This　attack　upon　his　professional　knowledge　touched　the　old　bowyer
  on　the　raw。　　His　fat　face　became　suffused　with　blood　and　his　eyes
  glared　with　fury　as　he　turned　upon　the　archer。　　〃You　seven…foot
  barrel　of　lies！〃　he　cried。　　〃　All…hallows　be　my　aid；　and　I　will
  teach　you　to　open　your　slabbing　mouth　against　me！　　Pluck　forth
  your　sword　and　stand　out　on　yonder　deck；　that　we　may　see　who　is
  the　man　of　us　twain。　　May　I　never　twirl　a　shaft　over　my　thumb　nail
  if　I　do　not　put　Bartholomew's　mark　upon　your　thick　head！〃
  A　score　of　rough　voices　joined　at　once　in　the　quarrel；　some
  upholding　the　bowyer　and　others　taking　the　part　of　the　North
  Countryman。　　A　red…headed　Dalesman　snatched　up　a　sword；　but　was
  felled　by　a　blow　from　the　fist　of　his　neighbor。　　Instantly；　with　a
  buzz　like　a　swarm　of　angry　hornets；　the　bowmen　were　out　on　the
  deck；　but　ere　a　blow　was　struck　Knolles　was　amongst　them　with
  granite　face　and　eyes　of　fire。
  〃Stand　apart；　I　say！　　I　will　warrant　you　enough　fighting　to　cool
  your　blood　ere　you　see　England　once　more。　　Loring；　Hawthorn；　cut
  any　man　down　who　raises　his　hand。　　Have　you　aught　to　say；　you
  fox…haired　rascal？〃　　He　thrust　his　face　within　two　inches　of　that
  of　the　red　man　who　had　first　seized　his　sword。　　The　fellow　shrank
  back；　cowed；　from　his　fierce　eyes。　　〃　Now　stint　your　noise；　all　of
  you；　and　stretch　your　long　ears