'"Jest? I?" said De Aquila. "I am but fighting for life and lands with a pen, as thou hast shown me, Fulke." 'Then Fulke groaned, for he was cold, and, "Let me confess," said he. '"Now, this is right neighbourly," said De Aquila, leaning over the shaft. "Thou hast read my sayings and doings--or at least the first part of them--and thou art minded to repay me with thy own doings and sayings. Take pen and inkhorn, Gilbert. Here is work that will not irk thee." '"Let my men go without hurt, and I will confess my treason against the King," said Fulke. '"Now, why has he grown so tender of his men of a sudden?" said Hugh to me; for Fulke had no name for mercy to his men. Plunder he gave them, but pity, none. '"Te! Te!" said De Aquila. "Thy treason was all confessed long ago by Gilbert. It would be enough to hang Montgomery himself." '"Nay; but spare my men," said Fulke; and we heard him splash like a fish in a pond, for the tide was rising. '"All in good time," said De Aquila. "The night is young; the wine is old; and we need only the merry tale. Begin the story of thy life since when thou wast a lad at Tours. Tell it nimbly!" '"Ye shame me to my soul," said Fulke. '"Then I have done what neither King nor Duke could do," said De Aquila. "But begin, and forget nothing." '"Send thy man away," said Fulke. '"That much can I do," said De Aquila. "But, remember, I am like the Danes' King; I cannot turn the tide." '"How long will it rise?" said Fulke, and splashed anew. '"For three hours," said De Aquila. "Time to tell all thy good deeds. Begin, and Gilbert,--I have heard thou art somewhat careless--do not twist his words from his true meaning." 'So--fear of death in the dark being upon him--Fulke began, and Gilbert, not knowing what his fate might be, wrote it word by word. I have heard many tales, but never heard I aught to match the tale of Fulke his black life, as Fulke told it hollowly, hanging in the shaft.' 'Was it bad?' said Dan, awestruck. 'Beyond belief,' Sir Richard answered. 'None the less, there was that in it which forced even Gilbert to laugh. We three laughed till we ached. At one place his teeth so chattered that we could not well hear, and we reached him down a cup of wine. Then he warmed to it, and smoothly set out all his shifts, malices, and treacheries, his extreme boldnesses (he was desperate bold); his retreats, shufflings, and counterfeitings (he was also inconceivably a coward); his lack of gear and honour; his despair at their loss; his remedies, and well-coloured contrivances. Yes, he waved the filthy rags of his life before us, as though they had been some proud banner. When he ceased, we saw by torches that the tide stood at the corners of his mouth, and he breathed strongly through his nose. 'We had him out, and rubbed him; we wrapped him in a cloak, and gave him wine, and we leaned and looked upon him, the while he drank. He was shivering, but shameless.