Oh, what a savoury smell! the woods have been ransacked, that their tenants, who possess succulent and juicy flesh, may contribute to appease the hunger of the outlaws—bird and beast are there, and soon will be beautifully cooked. Nor are edible herbs wanting, such at least as can be gathered in the woods or grown in the small plot of cultivated ground around the buildings; which the men leave entirely, as do all semi-savage races, to the care of the women. There is plenty of room to sit round this fire, and several men, besides women and boys, are basking in its warmth—some sit on three-legged stools, some cross-legged on the floor—and amidst them, with a charming absence of restraint, are many huge-jawed dogs, who slobber as they smell the fumes from the pot, or utter an impatient whine from time to time. Their chieftain, a man of no small importance judging from his dress and manner, sits on the seat of honour, a species of chair, the only one in the building, and is perhaps the most notable man of the party. He is tall of stature, his limbs those of a giant, his fist ponderous as a sledge hammer; a tunic of skins confined around the waist by a belt of untanned leather, in which is stuck a hunting knife, adorns his upper story: short breeches of skin, and leggings, with the undressed fur of a fox outside, complete his bedecking. A loud barking of dogs was heard, then a trampling of horses; some looked astonished, others rose to their feet, and opening the door looked out into the storm. “What folk hast thou got there, Kynewulf?” “Some travellers I met outside as I was returning home from the chase, having got caught in the storm myself,” replied a gruff voice; “they had seen our light, but were trying in vain to get into our nest.” “How many?” “Two, a knight and a squire.” “Bring them in, in God’s name; all are welcome tonight. “But for all that,” said he, _sotto voce_, “it may be easier to get in than out.” A brief pause, the horses were stabled, the guests entered. “We have come to crave your hospitality,” said the knight. “It is free to all—sit you down, and in a few minutes the women will serve the supper.” They seated themselves—no names were asked, a few remarks were made upon that subject which interests all Englishmen so deeply even now—the weather. “Hast travelled far?” asked the chieftain. “Only from Pevensey; we sought Michelham, but in the storm we must have wandered miles from it.” “Many miles,” said a low, sweet voice. The knight then noticed the woman for the first time—he might have said lady—who sat on the right of this grim king. Her features and bearing were so superior to her surroundings that he started, as men do when they spy a rich flower in a garden of herbs. By her side was a boy, evidently her son, for he had her dark features, so unlike the general type around. “How came such folk here?” thought De Montfort.