〃By　these　ten　finger…bones！　　I　am　right　glad　that　I　came　to　the
  war；　and　no　man　could　ask　for　a　more　goodly　life；〃　said　he。　　〃I
  have　a　present　here　for　every　girl　in　Tilford；　and　my　father　need
  never　fear　the　frown　of　the　sacrist　of　Waverley　again。　　But　how　of
  you；　Squire　Loring？　　It　standeth　not　aright　that　we　should　gather
  the　harvest　whilst　you；　who　sowed　it；　go　forth　empty…handed。
  Come；　gentle　sir；　take　these　things　that　I　have　gathered；　and　I
  will　go　back　and　find　more。〃
  But　Nigel　smiled　and　shook　his　head。　　〃You　have　gained　what　your
  heart　desired；　and　perchance　I　have　done　so　also；〃　said　he。
  An　instant　later　Knolles　strode　up　to　him　with　outstretched　hand。
  〃I　ask　your　pardon；　Nigel；〃　said　he。　　〃I　have　spoken　too　hotly　in
  my　wrath。〃
  〃Nay；　fair　sir；　I　was　at　fault。〃
  〃If　we　stand　here　now　within　this　castle；　it　is　to　you　that　I　owe
  it。　　The　King　shall　know　of　it；　and　Chandos　also。　　Can　I　do　aught
  else；　Nigel；　to　prove　to　you　the　high　esteem　in　which　I　hold　you？〃
  The　Squire　flushed　with　pleasure。　　〃Do　you　send　a　messenger　home
  to　England；　fair　sir；　with　news　of　these　doings？〃
  〃Surely；　I　must　do　so。　　But　do　not　tell　me；　Nigel；　that　you　would
  be　that　messenger。　　Ask　me　some　other　favor；　for　indeed　I　cannot
  let　you　go。〃
  〃Now　God　forbid！〃　cried　Nigel。　　〃By　Saint　Paul！　　I　would　not　be　so
  caitiff　and　so　thrall　as　to　leave　you；　when　some　small　deed　might
  still　be　done。　　But　I　would　fain　send　a　message　by　your
  messenger。〃
  〃To　whom？〃
  〃It　is　to　the　Lady　Mary；　daughter　of　old　Sir　John　Buttesthorn　who
  dwells　near　Guildford。〃
  〃But　you　will　write　the　message；　Nigel。　　Such　greetings　as　a
  cavalier　sends　to　his　lady…love　should　be　under　seal。〃
  〃Nay；　he　can　carry　my　message　by　word　of　mouth。〃
  〃Then　I　shall　tell　him　for　he　goes　this　morning。　　What　message；
  then；　shall　he　say　to　the　lady？〃
  〃He　will　give　her　my　very　humble　greeting；　and　he　will　say　to　her
  that　for　the　second　time　Saint　Catharine　has　been　our　friend。〃
  XXII。　　HOW　ROBERT　OF　BEAUMANOIR　CAME　TO　PLOERMEL
  Sir　Robert　Knolles　and　his　men　passed　onward　that　day；　looking
  back　many　a　time　to　see　the　two　dark　columns　of　smoke；　one　thicker
  and　one　more　slender；　which　arose　from　the　castle　and　from　the
  fort　of　La　Brohiniere。　　There　was　not　an　archer　nor　a　man…at…arms
  who　did　not　bear　a　great　bundle　of　spoil　upon　his　back；　and
  Knolles　frowned　darkly　as　he　looked　upon　them。　　Gladly　would　he
  hove　thrown　it　all　down　by　the　roadside；　but　he　had　tried　such
  matters　before；　and　he　knew　that　it　was　as　safe　to　tear　a
  half…gnawed　bone　from　a　bear　as　their　blood…won　plunder　from　such
  men　as　these。　　In　any　case　it　was　but　two　days'　march　to　Ploermel；
  where　he　hoped　to　bring　his　journey　to　an　end。
  That　night　they　camped　at　Mauron；　where　a　small　English　and　Breton
  garrison　held　the　castle。　　Right　glad　were　the　bowmen　to　see　some
  of　their　own　countrymen　once　more；　and　they　spent　the　night　over
  wine　and　dice；　a　crowd　of　Breton　girls　assisting；　so　that　next
  morning　their　bundles　were　much　lighter；　and　most　of　the　plunder
  of　La　Brohiniere　was　left　with　the　men　and　women　of　Mauron。　　Next
  day　their　march　lay　with　a　fair　sluggish　river　upon　their　right；
  and　a　great　rolling　forest　upon　their　left　which　covered　the　whole
  country。　　At　last　toward　evening　the　towers　of　Ploermel　rose
  before　them　and　they　saw　against　a　darkening　sky　the　Red　Cross　of
  England　waving　in　the　wind。　　So　blue　was　the　river　Duc　which
  skirted　the　road；　and　so　green　its　banks；　that　they　might　indeed
  have　been　back　beside　their　own　homely　streams；　the　Oxford　Thames
  or　the　Midland　Trent；　but　ever　as　the　darkness　deepened　there　came
  in　wild　gusts　the　howling　of　wolves　from　the　forest　to　remind　them
  that　they　were　in　a　land　of　war。　　So　busy　had　men　been　for　many
  years　in　hunting　one　another　that　the　beasts　of　the　chase　had
  grown　to　a　monstrous　degree；　until　the　streets　of　the　towns　were
  no　longer　safe　from　the　wild　inroads　of　the　fierce　creatures；　the
  wolves　and　the　bears；　who　swarmed　around　them。
  It　was　nightfall　when　the　little　army　entered　the　outer　gate　of
  the　Castle　of　Ploermel　and　encamped　in　the　broad　Bailey　yard。
  Ploermel　was　at　that　time　the　center　of　British　power　in　Mid…
  Brittany；　as　Hennebon　was　in　the　West；　and　it　was　held　by　a
  garrison　of　five　hundred　men　under　an　old　soldier；　Richard　of
  Bambro''；　a　rugged　Northumbrian；　trained　in　that　great　school　of
  warriors；　the　border　wars。　　He　who　had　ridden　the　marches　of　the
  most　troubled　frontier　in　Europe；　and　served　his　time　against　the
  Liddlesdale　and　Nithsdale　raiders　was　hardened　for　a　life　in　the
  field。
  Of　late；　however；　Bambro'　had　been　unable　to　undertake　any
  enterprise；　for　his　reinforcements　had　failed　him；　and　amid　his
  following　he　had　but　three　English　knights　and　seventy　men。　　The
  rest　were　a　mixed　crew　of　Bretons；　Hainaulters　and　a　few　German
  mercenary　soldiers；　brave　men　individually；　as　those　of　that　stock
  have　ever　been；　but　lacking　interest　in　the　cause；　and　bound
  together　by　no　common　tie　of　blood　or　tradition。
  On　the　other　hand；　the　surrounding　castles；　and　especially　that　of
  Josselin；　were　held　by　strong　forces　of　enthusiastic　Bretons；
  inflamed　by　a　common　patriotism；　and　full　of　warlike　ardor。
  Robert　of　Beaumanoir；　the　fierce　seneschal　of　the　house　of　Rohan；
  pushed　constant　forays　and　excursions　against　Ploermel　so　that
  town　and　castle　were　both　in　daily　dread　of　being　surrounded　and
  besieged。　　Several　small　parties　of　the　English　faction　had　been
  cut　off　and　slain　to　a　man；　and　so　straitened　were　the　others　that
  it　was　difficult　for　them　to　gather　provisions　from　the　country
  round。
  Such　was　the　state　of　Bambro's　garrison　when　on　that　March　evening
  Knolles　and　his　men　streamed　into　the　bailey…yard　of　his　Castle。
  In　the　glare　of　the　torches　at　the　inner　gate　Bambro'　was　waiting
  to　receive　them；　a　dry；　hard；　wizened　man；　small　and　fierce；　with
  beady　black　eyes　and　quick　furtive　ways。
  Beside　him；　a　strange　contrast；　stood　his　Squire；　Croquart；　a
  German；　whose　name　and　fame　as　a　man…at…arms　were　widespread；
  though　like　Robert　Knolles　himself　he　had　begun　as　a　humble　page。
  He　was　a　very　tall　man；　with　an　enormous　spread　of　shoulders；　and
  a　pair　of　huge　hands　with　which　he　could　crack　a　horse…shoe。　　He
  was　slow　and　lethargic；　save　in　moments　of　excitement；　and　his
  calm　blond　face；　his　dreamy　blue　eyes　and　his　long　fair　hair　gave
  him　so　gentle　an　appearance　that　none　save　those　who　had　seen　him
  in　his　berserk　mood；　raging；　an　iron　giant；　in　the　forefront　of
  the　battle；　could　ever　guess　how　terrible　a　warrior　he　might　be。
  Little　knight　and　huge　squire　stood　together　under　the　arch　of　the
  donjon　and　gave　welcome　to　the　newcomers；　whilst　a　swarm　of
  soldiers　crowded　round　to　embrace　their　comrades　and　to　lead　them
  off　where　they　might　feed　and　make　merry　together。
  Supper　had　been　set　in　the　hall　of　Ploermel　wherein　the　knights
  and　squires　assembled。　　Bambro'　and　Croquart　were　there　with　Sir
  Hugh　Calverly；　an　old　friend　of　Knolles　and　a　fellow…townsman；　for
  both　were　men　of　Chester。　　Sir　Hugh　was　a　middle…sized　flaxen　man；
  with　hard　gray　eyes　and　fierce　large…nosed　face　sliced　across　with
  the　scar　of　a　sword…cut。　　There　too　were　Geoffrey　D'Ardaine；　a
  young　Breton　seigneur；　Sir　Thomas　Belford；　a　burly　thick…set
  Midland　Englishman；　Sir　Thomas　Walton；　whose　surcoat　of　scarlet
  martlets　showed　that　he　was　of　the　Surrey　Waltons；　James　Marshall
  and　John　Russell；　young　English　squires；　and　the　two　brothers；
  Richard　and　Hugh　Le　Galliard；　who　were　of　Gascon　blood。　　Besides
  these　were　several　squires；　unknown　to　fame；　and　of　the
  new…comers；　Sir　Robert　Knolles；　Sir　Thomas　Percy；　Nigel　Loring　and
  two　other　squires；　Allington　and　Parsons。　　These　were　the　company
  who　gathered　in　the　torch…light　round　the　table　of　the　Seneschal
  of　Ploermel；　and　kept　high　revel　with　joyous　hearts　because　they
  thought　that　much　honor　and　noble　deeds　lay　before　them。
  But　one　sad　face　there　was　at　the　board；　and　that　belonged　to　him
  at　the　head　of　it。　　Sir　Robert　Bambro'　sat　with　his　chin　leaning
  upon　his　hand　and　his　eyes　downcast　upon　the　cloth；　whilst　all
  round　him　rose　the　merry　clatter　of　voices；　everyone　planning　some
  fresh　enterprise　which　might　now　be　attempted。　　Sir　Robert　Knolles
  was　for　an　immediate　advance　upon　Josselin。　　Calverly　thought　that
  a　raid　might　be　made　into　the　South　where　the　main　French　power
  lay。　　Others　spoke　of　an　attack　upon　Vannes。
  To　all　these　eager　opinions　Bambro''　listened　in　a　moody　silence；
  which　he　broke　at　last　by　a　fierce　execration　which　drew　a　hushed
  attention　from　the　company。　　〃Say　no　more；　fair　sirs；〃　he　cried；
  〃for　indeed　your　words　are　like　so　many　stabs　in　my　heart。　　All
  this　and　more　we　might　indeed　have　done。　　But　of　a　truth　you　are
  too　late。〃
  〃Too　late？'〃　cried　Knolles。　　〃What　mean　you；　Richard？〃
  〃Alas；　that　I　should　have　to　say　it；　but　you　and　all　these　fair
  soldiers　might　be　back　in　England　once　more　for　all　the　profit
  that　I　am　like　to　have　from　your　coming。　　Saw　you　a　rider　on　a
  white　horse　ere　you　reached　the　Castle？〃
  〃Nay；　I　saw　him　not？〃
  〃He　came　by　the　western　road　from　Hennebon。　　Would　that　he　had
  broken　his　neck　ere　he　came　here。　　Not　an　hour　ago　he　left　his