"We must back into the town and ask, as well as fill our stomachs and our wallets," said Ambrose. "Talk of their rule! The entertaining of strangers is better understood at Silkstede than at Hyde." "Tush! A grudged crust sticks in the gullet," returned Stephen. "Come on, Ambrose, I marked the sign of the White Hart by the market-place. There will be a welcome there for foresters." They returned on their steps past the dilapidated buildings of the old Jewry, and presently saw the market in full activity; but the sounds and sights of busy life where they were utter strangers, gave Ambrose a sense of loneliness and desertion, and his heart sank as the bolder Stephen threaded the way in the direction of a broad entry over which stood a slender-bodied hart with gold hoofs, horns, collar, and chain. "How now, my sons?" said a full cheery voice, and to their joy, they found themselves pushed up against Father Shoveller. "Returned already! Did you get scant welcome at Hyde? Here, come where we can get a free breath, and tell me." They passed through the open gateway of the White Hart, into the court, but before listening to them, the monk exchanged greetings with the hostess, who stood at the door in a broad hat and velvet bodice, and demanded what cheer there was for noon-meat. "A jack, reverend sir, eels and a grampus fresh sent up from Hampton; also fresh-killed mutton for such lay folk as are not curious of the Wednesday fast. They are laying the board even now." "Lay platters for me and these two young gentlemen," said the Augustinian. "Ye be my guests, ye wot," he added, "since ye tarried not for meat at Hyde." "Nor did they ask us," exclaimed Stephen; "lubbers and idlers were the best words they had for us." "Ho! ho! That's the way with the brethren of Saint Grimbald! And your uncle?" "Alas, sir, he doteth with age," said Ambrose. "He took Stephen for his own brother, dead under King Harry of Windsor." "So! I had heard somewhat of his age and sickness. Who was it who thrust you out?" "A lean brother with a thin red beard, and a shrewd, puckered visage." "Ha! By that token 'twas Segrim the bursar. He wots how to drive a bargain. Saint Austin! but he deemed you came to look after your kinsman's corrody." "He said the king spake of a visitation to abolish corrodies from religious houses," said Ambrose. "He'll abolish the long bow from them first," said Father Shoveller. "Ay, and miniver from my Lord Abbot's hood. I'd admonish you, my good brethren of Saint Grimbald, to be in no hurry for a visitation which might scarce stop where you would fain have it. Well, my sons, are ye bound for the Forest again? An ye be, we'll wend back together, and ye can lie at Silkstede to-night." "Alack, kind father, there's no more home for us in the Forest," said Ambrose. "Methought ye had a brother?" "Yea; but our brother hath a wife." "Ho! ho! And the wife will none of you?"