human
Ye are for Hennebon?
gpt
Ay, replied Redward,
human
The shipman, my foster-brother, hath told me. But the money, the money?
gpt
A curse on the shipman, growled Redward to himself,
human
he added, counting out a sum of money equivalent to the five sols demanded.
gpt
Canst furnish us with a horse apiece?
human
Didst hear me--respecting the use of two horses?
gpt
Yea, noble master, replied the barber.
human
But there are none to be had.
gpt
None?
human
None! They have all been seized by those of Blois till the affair is over. Therefore, by necessity, ye must go afoot--and the roads are very unsafe for travellers at present, especially Englishmen bound for Hennebon!
gpt
A pest on your words! What would ye have us do?
human
For money there is much to be had!
gpt
Out on thee for an arrant cheat! Give thy plan and name the price.
human
Did it ever occur to thy noble self that the dress of a leper would make the best protection?