and drinking breathing and sleeping it is only when he raises himself and concerns himself with the immortal spirit within him that he becomes in very truth � man ye how sad a thing it would w th w af tbe r be to no em the ft if he not li any and j t pi li tbe college of the in t� i that one weak and l ur a� i � to teach another that which he finds it hard to t prettily i that of the it was a had a good in france read to s a the whole truth of the the upon him in the garden in tn th these of his may have holy h t they were of no great account as at arms there wa one indeed peter smote out like a true man h t he ia he did a i ear which w t np very deed by these j ten had i there with black of j and but one score of picked men of the com p we had held em in play co ld we do no more we had at st filled the false knight sir no full i if h w that h purse the day that ever he came on an errand the clerk smiled at his companion s earnestness had be wished h he s id he could have of from heaven so what need had he of poor bow and a besides y u of his own i � who live by the ll perish by the sword and how ld man die better asked the a if i had my wish it would be to fall not mark yon in any m t pf the company but in a stricken field with the great banner waving over us and the red in front amid the shouting of my i and the of the strings but let it i be or bolt that strikes me down � for x should think it e to die fr n an ir n ball from er ke pr s weapon is only fitted to scare with its foolish noise and smoke i have heard much even in the quiet of these new and dreadful engines it is said though i can scarce bring myself to believe it that they will send a ball twice as far as a can shoot his shaft and with such force as to break through of proof true enough my lad but while the is thrusting in his dust and dropping his ball and lighting his i can very easily loose six shafts or eight maybe so he hath no great after all yet i will not deny that at the of a town it is well to have good store of i am told that at they made in the wall that a man might put his head into but surely comrades some one who is hurt hath passed along this road before us all along the track there did indeed run a scattered straggling trail of blood marks sometimes in single drops and in other places in broad over the dead leaves or the white flint stones it must be a stricken deer said john nay i am enough to see that no deer hath passed this way this morning and yet the blood is fresh but hark to the sound they stood listening all three with side long heads through the silence of the great forest there came a whistling sound mingled with the most groans and the voice of a man raised in a high kind of song the comrades hurried onward eagerly and the brow of a small rising they saw upon the other side the source from which these strange noises arose a tall man much stooped in the shoulders was walking slowly with head and clasped hands in the centre of the path he was dressed from head to foot in a long white linen doth and a high white cap with a i ed cross printed upon it his own was turned back from his shoulders and the flesh there was a sight to make a man for it was all beaten to a and the blood was into his gown and down upon the ground behind him walked a smaller man with his hair touched with gray who was clad in the same white garb he a long rhyme in the french tongue and at the end of every line he raised a thick cord all jagged with of lead and smote his companion across the shoulders until the blood again even as the three stared however there was a sudden change for the smaller man having finished his song loosened his own gown and handed the to the other who took up the once more and lashed his companion with all the strength of his bare and arm so alternately beating and beaten they made their way through the beautiful woods and under the arches of the fading trees where the calm strength and majesty of nature might serve to rebuke the foolish energies and of mankind such a spectacle was new to john and to but the treated it lightly as a common matter enough these are the beating otherwise called the he i marvel that ye should have come upon none of them before for across the water they are as common as i have heard that there are no english among them but that they are from france italy and en that we may have speech with them as they came up to them could hear the which the was bringing down his heavy whip at the end of each line while the groans of the sufferer formed a sort of dismal chorus it was in old french and ran somewhat in this way or fort en la grant pe et sa qui f ut 