"He didn't know me, though," he said to himself. But he had shaken in his saddle at the sound of his old master's voice. He wondered if, behind in the inn-yard, some poor wretch of a bruised and hungry boy was toiling through his work--the familiar weary work. They had passed the forest-trees, Arncastor was in sight. Dick caught sight of a wide river, a bridge with soldiers on it, meadows dotted with tents, and the gray town behind, with dancing flags on the church towers, and then Fairy lurched forward, recovered himself, and stood still. "What now, sir?" Dick demanded impatiently. Fairy looked round with a gentle whinny, and Dick got down. "Your shoe, you stupid little beast?" Yes, that was it, and Fairy affected a pathetic and extreme lameness. The shoe was left behind on the hill. A little way from the bridge, on Dick's side of the water, was an inn--a large, comfortable, happy-looking place--the Blue Boar--very different from the Seven Thorns. Dick, leading his pony, walked to the inn, and whilst Fairy was attended to he asked for breakfast. Lady Dorothy had given him money from time to time, and as there was little to spend it on in her surroundings, Dick had a purseful at his disposal now. He had a good breakfast of trout and ham-and-eggs, and strawberries and new milk. The landlady took him into especial care and favour from the first. "As sweet a spoken little lord as ever stepped," she said. "I'm not a lord," said Dick, nodding to her. "But you're very kind, and I like you, and I wish you'd presently let me speak to you in private."