my great boots, which I had not thought to clean since I mired in a swamp, coming from Henricus the week before; then shrugged my shoulders.

“You will go begging,” he continued, wiping his eyes. “Not a one of them will so much as look at you.”

“Then will they miss seeing a man, and not a popinjay,” I retorted. “I shall not break my heart.”

A cheer arose from the crowd, followed by a crashing peal of the bells and a louder roll of the drum. The doors of the houses around and to right and left of the square swung open, and the company which had been quartered overnight upon the citizens began to emerge. By twos and threes, some with hurried steps and downcast eyes, others more slowly and with free glances at