`` Lances ! No women , then ? '' asked Shelton . `` Troth , I saw not , '' said the archer . `` But there were none in the house , if that be your quest . '' `` I thank you , '' said Dick . `` Here is a piece for your pains . '' But groping in his wallet , Dick found nothing . `` Inquire for me to-morrow , '' he added -- `` Richard Shelt -- Sir Richard Shelton , '' he corrected , `` and I will see you handsomely rewarded . '' And then an idea struck Dick . He hastily descended to the courtyard , ran with all his might across the garden , and came to the great door of the church . It stood wide open ; within , every corner of the pavement was crowded with fugitive burghers , surrounded by their families and laden with the most precious of their possessions , while , at the high altar , priests in full canonicals were imploring the mercy of God . Even as Dick entered , the loud chorus began to thunder in the vaulted roofs . He hurried through the groups of refugees , and came to the door of the stair that led into the steeple . And here a tall churchman stepped before him and arrested his advance . `` Whither , my son ? '' he asked , severely . `` My father , '' answered Dick , `` I am here upon an errand of expedition . Stay me not . I command here for my Lord of Gloucester . ''
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