Forthwith up rose Walkyn and summoning divers of his company strode away down stream, what time Giles, staring after him in wonderment, thereafter shook his head at Roger.  Quoth he: 

“Tall brother and lord, now do I see that our Roger burneth for knowledge, panteth for understanding, and fain would question thee but that his mouth is full-crammed of meat.  Yet do his bulging eyes supplicate the wherefore of smocks, and his goodly large ears do twitch for the why of sacks.  O impatient Rogerkin, bolt thy food, man, gulp—­ swallow, and ask and importune my lord thyself!”

“Not I—­not I!” quoth Roger, “an my master lacketh for a smock or a sack, for me is no question of wherefore or why, so long as he doth get them!”

“But the straw, Roger,” said Giles, glancing askew at Beltane, “an thou should’st plague my lord with questions, how think ye then he shall answer of this straw?”

“Thus, thou crafty Giles,” answered Beltane.  “Belsaye is strong, but strength may be, perchance, beguiled.  So may a miller’s smock hide a shirt of mail, and straw, I have heard, will burn.”  “Oho, a wile!” cried Giles, “Aha! some notable wile!  What more?”

“More shalt thou know, mayhap, in Belsaye market-place.”

And when Beltane had handled the well-worn smocks, had viewed the bulging meal-sacks that Walkyn and his fellows brought him, he arose.  At his word the company fell to their ranks and forthwith swung off again south and by east, what time Giles carolled blithely, and divers chorused lustily:  while Roger whistled and even grim Walkyn (bethinking him of Gui of Allerdale) rumbled hoarsely in his hairy throat.

So the miles passed unheeded until, as the sun declined, they left the wild country behind; wherefore Beltane commanded all men to a strict silence and thus came they betimes to the edge of the woods, and halting within the green, beheld afar across the plain, the walls of fair Belsaye town.

“We are well to time,” quoth Beltane, glancing from sinking sun to lengthening shadow, “we have yet an hour to sunset, but in this hour much have we to do!  Hark ye now!” and drawing the four about him, he spake them thus:  “Walkyn and Roger and Eric shall into the town with me in miller’s guise, each bearing his sack of flour, what time you, Giles, with Sir Fidelis and all our power bide here well hid till such time as ye shall see a smoke within Belsaye.  And when ye see this smoke, rise up and make you ready one and all, yet stir not from the green till that ye hear my bugle-horn sound our rallying-note.  Then come ye on amain, and being within the city, charge ye where my horn shall sound.  How now, is’t agreed?”

“Aye, lord!” nodded Giles, “’tis an excellent strategy in faith, and yet ’twere wiser methinks to suffer me in Roger’s place:  for being guileful in war, so should I be a very beguiling miller, whereas Roger, an we plastered him with flour, would ne’er be other than Rogerkin the Black.”