`` If they live , '' returned the woman , `` that may very well be ; but how if they die , my master ? '' `` They can not better die than for their natural lord , '' said Dick . `` No natural lord of mine , '' said the man in the smock . `` I followed the Walsinghams ; so we all did down Brierly way , till two years ago , come Candlemas . And now I must side with Brackley ! It was the law that did it ; call ye that natural ? But now , what with Sir Daniel and what with Sir Oliver -- that knows more of law than honesty -- I have no natural lord but poor King Harry the Sixt , God bless him ! -- the poor innocent that can not tell his right hand from his left . '' `` Ye speak with an ill tongue , friend , '' answered Dick , `` to miscall your good master and my lord the king in the same libel . But King Harry -- praised be the saints ! -- has come again into his right mind , and will have all things peaceably ordained . And as for Sir Daniel , y ' are very brave behind his back . But I will be no tale-bearer ; and let that suffice . '' `` I say no harm of you , Master Richard , '' returned the peasant . `` Y ' are a lad ; but when ye come to a man 's inches , ye will find ye have an empty pocket . I say no more : the saints help Sir Daniel 's neighbours , and the Blessed Maid protect his wards ! '' `` Clipsby , '' said Richard , `` you speak what I can not hear with honour . Sir Daniel is my good master , and my guardian . '' `` Come , now , will ye read me a riddle ? '' returned Clipsby .
`` On whose side is Sir XXXXX ? ''
Brackley Candlemas Clipsby Daniel King Oliver Richard left right smock