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Book, page 120 / 163 or wine or any other sort or kind, spiced or unspiced, on holiday or common day, by day or night. So help me, our blessed Lady and St. Joseph." "Stand up, John, and let us know if you are in your senses," said Gaston, angrily; "we have no time for fooleries. Let us know whether you have been knave, traitor, or fool; for one or other you must have been, to be standing here sound and safe." "You are right, Sir Squire," said Ingram, covering his face with his hands. "I would I were ten feet underground ere I had seen this day;" and he groaned aloud. "You have been deceived by their arts," said Eustace. "That I can well believe; but that you should be a traitor, never, my trusty John!" "Blessings on you for the word, Sir Eustace!" cried the yeoman, while tears fell down his rough cheeks. "Oh! all the wine in the world may be burnt to the very dregs ere I again let a drop cross my lips! but it was drugged, Sir Eustace, it was drugged--that will I aver to my dying day." "I believe it," said Eustace; "but we must not wait to hear your tale, John. You must take horse and ride with all speed to Bordeaux. One of you go and prepare a horse--" "Take Brigliador!" said Gaston; "he is the swiftest. Poor fellow! well that I spared him from our journey amid the mountain passes." "Then," proceeded Eustace, "bear the news of our case--that we have been betrayed--that Clisson will be on us immediately--that we will do all that man can do to hold out till succour can come, which I pray the Prince to send us." "Take care to whom he addresses himself," said Gaston. "To some our strait will be welcome news." "True," said Eustace. "Do thy best to see Sir John Chandos, or, if he be not at the court, prefer thy suit to the Prince himself--to any save the Earl of Pembroke. Or if thou couldst see little Arthur,
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