` As soon as he was off-horse Fulke went to the chapel with Gilbert to give thanks for his safe coming , and when he had eaten -- he was a fat man , and rolled his eyes greedily at our good roast Sussex wheatears -- we led him to the little upper chamber , whither Gilbert had already gone with the Manor-roll . I remember when Fulke heard the tide blow and whistle in the shaft he leaped back , and his long down-turned stirrup-shoes caught in the rushes and he stumbled , so that Jehan behind him found it easy to knock his head against the wall . ' ` Did you know it was going to happen ? ' said Dan . ` Assuredly , ' said Sir Richard , with a sweet smile . ' I put my foot on his sword and plucked away his dagger , but he knew not whether it was day or night for awhile . He lay rolling his eyes and bubbling with his mouth , and Jehan roped him like a calf . He was cased all in that newfangled armour which we call lizard-mail . Not rings like my hauberk here ' -- Sir Richard tapped his chest -- but little pieces of dagger-proof steel overlapping on stout leather . We stripped it off -LRB- no need to spoil good harness by wetting it -RRB- , and in the neck-piece De Aquila found the same folden piece of parchment which we had put back under the hearthstone . ` At this Gilbert would have run out . I laid my hand on his shoulder . It sufficed . He fell to trembling and praying on his beads . ' `` Gilbert , '' said De Aquila , `` here be more notable sayings and doings of our Lord of Pevensey for thee to write down . Take pen and ink-horn , Gilbert . We can not all be Sacristans of Battle . '' ` Said Fulke from the floor , `` Ye have bound a King 's messenger . Pevensey shall burn for this . '' ' `` Maybe .
I have seen it besieged once , '' said De XXXXX , `` but heart up , Fulke .
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