"Ay, but do we?" replied Sir James. "Bethink you, fair son. Our people are drunk with victory. Lords of the world, Dandolo called them, and lords of the world they may become, if they are content to serve as well as conquer, to deal righteously with those beneath them. I hope for much from Baldwin. I fain would see him succeed. But I will not give up to him the treasure that Andronicus amassed. 'Twould do no more than create discontent and grumbling because it might not be divided. And certes, he hath enough problems on his back, without that added to them. Let Baldwin--let the host--prove their worth. Let them make the most of the tools they have in hand. Then will I give up to them the secret--or if I am dead, 'twill be for you to do so, for ere I pass it is my purpose to render it to you." Hugh stood up, a light shining in his face. "I have learned my lesson," he said. "You have taught it to me, fair lord. I would have put place and power before all else. But you set honour over all, and I prefer to walk as you have walked." "And England, Hugh?" "I am for England--England and Chesby. I would rather hold one knight's fee in England than be Duke of Adrianople. Certes, and we labour aright, we may erect in England an Empire no less rich and powerful than this, which we have helped to conquer." "That may we, fair son!" exclaimed Sir James. "Right knightly spoken! I rejoice in my heart at your decision. Doubt not you will never regret it." But Hugh did find cause to regret--and almost to cancel his determination--when he told his decision to Matteo. "So we sail for home by the first galley which leaves the Golden Horn," he concluded. "Ha, Matteo, think on the times we shall have at Chesby and in Crowden Wood! We shall live over again every venture we have made, and you shall sing gests and romaunts of them which will bring lords from all the country round." "Nay, Hugh," said Matteo sadly. "I do not sail with you." "Not sail with me? St. Cuthbert! comrade, dost think I'll be content to part with you?" Matteo threw his arm around Hugh's shoulders. There were tears in his eyes. "Ah, I would that I might cast in my lot with you until eternity! Art more than friend, Hugh--ay, more than brother! But this that you ask of me, I may not do. I have no place in England, save that which you make for me. I do not belong there. Your English lords care not for the jongleur's company. They seek the gleeman and juggler. An I went with you, I should be no more than a hanger-on in your train." Hugh cried out in protest.