"Haply you may find charitable folk in the next village," struck in Mawkin, who still was tugging at Merrylips' arm. "Come, mistress!" But Merrylips cried, "Fie upon you, Mawkin! There's shelter at Larkland for all who ask it. An you can bear your son thither, good fellow, my godmother will make you welcome." The man stared, as if he were slow to understand, but the boy dragged himself to his knees. "She saith--there's shelter," he panted. "Take me thither, good Claus." Slowly they set out for Larkland, all four together, for Merrylips would not leave her chance guests, and Mawkin, though she grumbled beneath her breath, would not leave Merrylips. Claus, as the man was called, half carried the boy Rupert, holding him up with one arm about him, and Merrylips walked at the boy's side, and cheered him as well as she could by repeating that it was not far to Larkland. So they passed down the gentle slope of the common, with their shadows long upon the right hand, through the heavy scent of the gorse, amid the droning of bees. Always thereafter the warm, fruity fragrance of gorse brought to Merrylips the picture of the common, all golden with bloom, the feel of the sun upon her neck, and the sight of Rupert's strained and suffering face, that was so sadly at variance with the gay weather. More than once they had to pause and sit by the path, while the lad rested, leaning his heavy head upon Claus's shoulder. The first time Merrylips tried to comfort him by showing him the little green snake, but he would scarcely look upon it, so in disappointment she let it go free. [Illustration: MORE THAN ONCE THEY HAD TO PAUSE AND SIT BY THE PATH, WHILE THE LAD RESTED.] After that she talked with Claus. Had they come from far, she asked him? "From beyond seas," he answered with a clumsy gesture to the south. "Yonder--they call it Brighthelmstone--we came a-land. We are bound to the king's army." "Ay, the king," said Rupert, suddenly, and opened his eyes. "I am going to fight for the king of England, even as my father fought. For," said he, and his eyes sought Merrylips' face, yet seemed not to see her, "I am English born." Claus hushed him there, speaking in a tongue that Merrylips did not know, but she had scarcely heeded Rupert's last words in her joy at finding out that these strangers were recruits for the king's army. "Oh!" said she. "You are going to the wars, even as my brothers will go." Jealously she looked at Rupert, who indeed seemed very childish as he rested in the circle of Claus's arm. "He is but little older than I," said Merrylips. "Can he fight?" "One winter in the camps he hath been with me, in Bohemia," Claus answered, when he had taken time to understand her question. "When he is taller, ja, he will be a trooper, and a gallant one." "I'll be no trooper," said the boy, scarcely raising his eyelids. "I'll be captain of a troop, as was my father." "Fine prattle for a beggar brat!" Mawkin grumbled.