"It is held under the manor of Elmwood," explained the steward, "on the tenure of the delivery of the prime beast on the land on the demise of lord or tenant, and three days' service in hay and harvest time." What this meant Steadfast and Patience knew as little as did Rusha or Ben, but Goodman Blane explained. "The land here is all held under my Lady and Sir George, Stead--mine just the same--no rent paid, but if there's a death--landlord or tenant--one has to give the best beast as a fee, besides the work in harvest." "And the question is," proceeded the steward, "who and what is there to look to. The eldest son is but a lad, if he were here, and this one is a mere child, and the house is burnt down, and here they be, crouching in a hovel, and how is it to be with the land. I'm bound to look after the land. I'm bound to look after my Lady's interest and Sir George's." "Be they ready to build up the place if you had another tenant?" asked Blane, signing to Stead to hold his peace. "Well--hum--ha! It might not come handy just now, seeing that Sir George is off with the King, and all the money and plate with him and most of the able-bodied servants, but I'm the more bound to look after his interests." That seemed to be Master Brown's one sentence. But Blane took him up, "Look you here, Master Brown, I, that have been friend and gossip this many years with poor John Kenton--rest his soul--can tell you that your lady is like to be better served with this here Steadfast, boy though he be, than if you had the other stripling with his head full of drums and marches, guns and preachments, and what not, and who never had a good day's work in him without his father's eye over him. This little fellow has done half his share and his own to boot long ago. Now they are content to dwell down here, out of the way of the soldiering, and don't ask her ladyship to be at any cost for repairing the farm up there, but will do the best they can for themselves. So, I say, Master Brown, it will be a real good work of charity, without hurt to my Lady and Sir George to let them be, poor things, to fight it out as they can." "Well, well, there's somewhat in what you say Goodman Blane, but I'm bound to look after my Lady's interests and Sir George's." "I would come and work like a good one at my Lady's hay and harvest," said Stead, "and I shall get stronger and bigger every year." "But the beast," said the steward, "my Lady's interests must come first, you see." "O don't let him take Croppie," cried Patience. "O sir, not the cows, or baby will die, and we can't make the butter." "You see, Master Brown," explained Blane, "it is butter as is their chief stand-by. Poor Dame Kenton, as was took last spring, was the best dairywoman in the parish, and this little maid takes after her. Their kine are their main prop, but there's the mare, there's not much good that she can do them."