nothing; rather it shall be found to your sore cost. For those

that have paid rent to Walsingham I shall take good measure--you

among the rest, mine host."

"Good knight," said the host, "I will swear upon the cross of

Holywood I did but pay to Walsingham upon compulsion. Nay, bully

knight, I love not the rogue Walsinghams; they were as poor as

thieves, bully knight. Give me a great lord like you. Nay; ask me

among the neighbours, I am stout for Brackley."

"It may be," said Sir Daniel, dryly. "Ye shall then pay twice."

The innkeeper made a horrid grimace; but this was a piece of bad

luck that might readily befall a tenant in these unruly times, and

he was perhaps glad to make his peace so easily.

"Bring up yon fellow, Selden!" cried the knight.

And one of his retainers led up a poor, cringing old man, as pale

as a candle, and all shaking with the fen fever.

"Sirrah," said Sir Daniel, "your name?"

"An't please your worship," replied the man, "my name is Condall--

Condall of Shoreby, at your good worship's pleasure."

"I have heard you ill reported on," returned the knight. "Ye deal

in treason, rogue; ye trudge the country leasing; y' are heavily

suspicioned of the death of severals. How, fellow, are ye so bold?

But I will bring you down."

"Right honourable and my reverend lord," the man cried, "here is

some hodge-podge, saving your good presence. I am but a poor

private man, and have hurt none."

"The under-sheriff did report of you most vilely," said the knight.

"'Seize me,' saith he, 'that Tyndal of Shoreby.'"

"Condall, my good lord; Condall is my poor name," said the

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