The brigands spoke for awhile among themselves, and then the leader said: 

“You speak frankly and fairly, Sir Knight, and as you have proved yourself indeed a doughty giver of hard blows, and as I doubt not that the archers with you can shoot as straight and as fast as the rest of the Saxon breed, we will e’en let you go on your way, for your position is but little better than ours, and dog should not rob dog.”

“Thanks, good fellow,” Cuthbert said.  “We trust that in any case we might have made a strong defense against you; but it would be hard if those who have fought together in the Holy Land should slay each other in this lonely corner of Lorraine.”

“Are you seeking adventures or employment, Sir Knight?  For if so, myself and comrades here would gladly take service with you; and it may be that with a clump of spears you might obtain engagement, either under the Duke of Lorraine or he of Cleves.”

“Thanks for your offer,” Cuthbert replied; “but at present my face is turned toward England.  King Richard needs all his friends; and there is so little chance of sack or spoil, even should we have—­which God forfend—­civil war, that I fear I could ill reward the services which you offer me.”

The leader and his men shouted an adieu to Cuthbert and departed for the mountains, leaving the latter well pleased with his escape from a fight of which the result was doubtful.

Journeying on without further adventure, they came to Nancy, and were there kindly received by the duke, who was not at that time upon good terms with Philip of France, and was therefore well disposed toward the English.  Cuthbert inquired from him whether any news had been heard of King Richard? but received as a reply that the duke had heard nothing of him since he sailed from Palestine.

“This is strange,” Cuthbert said, “for I myself have journeyed but slowly, and have met with many delays.  King Richard should long ere this have reached Saxony; and I fear much that some foul treatment has befallen him.  On our way we found how bitter was the feeling among those related to Conrad of Montferat against him; and the Archduke John is still smarting from the blow which King Richard struck him at Ascalon.  But surely they would not be so unknightly as to hinder so great a champion of Christendom as King Richard on his homeward way?”

“The Archduke John is crafty and treacherous,” the duke said; “and the emperor himself would, I think, be not sorry to lay hand upon the King of England, were it only to do pleasure to Philip of France.  Assuredly, however the anger and indignation of all Christendom will be aroused should the king’s passage be interrupted, for it were indeed a gross breach of hospitality to seize upon a man who has the double claim of being a champion of Christendom and a shipwrecked man.  However, it is early yet to be uneasy, and it may be that in a few days we may have news of the arrival of the king in Saxony.