It is well that he did not bear malice, for you
would have got it hot, from the governor, had he reported what you said
to him."
Chapter 6: At Dunbar.
The journey passed without any incident of importance, but Oswald had
reason to congratulate himself on having taken the monk with him. On
one occasion, as they were passing over a wild heath, a party of eight
or ten men, on rough ponies, rode up. They were armed with spears and
swords. They reined up with exclamations of disappointment as Roger,
who had rolled up his robe round his waist, for convenience of walking,
let it fall round him.
"You have played us a scurvy trick, monk," the leader said, angrily.
"Who was to guess it was a monk, who was thus striding along?"
"You would find it difficult to walk, yourself, with this robe dangling
about your heels," Roger said.
"Whither are you bound, and whence are you going?"
"We are travelling to Dunbar, being sent to the convent of Saint Magnus
there, and come from Roxburgh."
"'Tis a shame that so stalwart a fellow as you are should be leading a
drone's life, in a convent; when every true Scotsman is sharpening his
spear, in readiness for what may come when the truce with England
expires.
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