The Armourer's PrenticesYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
History
The Armourer's Prentices
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Great Britain -- History -- Henry VIII, 1509-1547 -- Fiction
Stephen's youthful independence might chafe, but the habit of submission
to authorities made him obediently follow the monk out at the back
entrance of the inn, behind which lay the Minster yard, the grand
western front rising in front of them, and the buildings of Saint
Swithun's Abbey extending far to their right. The hour was nearly noon,
and the space was deserted, except for an old woman sitting at the great
western doorway with a basket of rosaries made of nuts and of snail
shells, and a workman or two employed on the bishop's new reredos.
"Now for thy tokens," said Father Shoveller. "See my young foresters,
ye be new to the world. Take an old man's counsel, and never show, nor
speak of such gear in an hostel. Mine host of the White Hart is an old
gossip of mine, and indifferent honest, but who shall say who might be
within earshot?"
Stephen had a mind to say that he did not see why the meddling monk
should wish to see them at all, and Ambrose looked a little reluctant,
but Father Shoveller said in his good-humoured way, "As you please,
young sirs. 'Tis but an old man's wish to see whether he can do aught
to help you, that you be not as lambs among wolves. Mayhap ye deem ye
can walk into London town, and that the first man you meet can point you
to your uncle--Randall call ye him?--as readily as I could show you my
brother, Thomas Shoveller of Cranbury. But you are just as like to meet
with some knave who might cozen you of all you have, or mayhap a beadle
might take you up for vagabonds, and thrust you in the stocks, or ever
you get to London town; so I would fain give you some commendation, an I
knew to whom to make it, and ye be not too proud to take it."
"You are but too good to us, sir," said Ambrose, quite conquered, though
Stephen only half believed in the difficulties. The Father took them
within the west door of the Minster, and looking up and down the long
arcade of the southern aisle to see that no one was watching, he
inspected the tokens, and cross-examined them on their knowledge of
their uncle.
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