He came on his way-leader about a bowshot from the gate and they greeted each other: the said guide was clad no otherwise than yesterday: he had saddle-bags on his horse, which was a strong black roadster: but he was nowise armed, and bore but a satchel with a case of knives done on to it, and on the other side a fiddle in its case. So Ralph smiled on him and said: “Thou hast no weapon, then?” “What need for weapon?” said he; “since we are not of might for battle. This is my weapon,” said he, touching his fiddle, “and withal it is my field and mine acre that raiseth flesh-meat and bread for me: yea, and whiles a little drink.”
So they rode on together and the man was blithe and merry: and Ralph said to him: “Since we are fellows for a good while, as I suppose, what shall I call thee?” Sai
