St Nicholas [serial] . PRINCE. 67 dous weapons. When unstrung, such a bowwould rest upon a mans foot and touch hisnose, and only a strong and practised arm couldbend one. Besides the bows, they carriedshort, two-edged swords hanging at their belts,in which were also stuck broad-bladed knives ordaggers. They wore no armor except lightheadpieces of steel, and their garments appearedto be made of leather. The body-coats werelike leather blouses, soiled and worn. Theywore leggings of deerskin, but several werebarefooted. when a loud shout came from under the near-est oaks. Ho there ! Halt! What do
St Nicholas [serial] . PRINCE. 67 dous weapons. When unstrung, such a bowwould rest upon a mans foot and touch hisnose, and only a strong and practised arm couldbend one. Besides the bows, they carriedshort, two-edged swords hanging at their belts,in which were also stuck broad-bladed knives ordaggers. They wore no armor except lightheadpieces of steel, and their garments appearedto be made of leather. The body-coats werelike leather blouses, soiled and worn. Theywore leggings of deerskin, but several werebarefooted. when a loud shout came from under the near-est oaks. Ho there ! Halt! What do ye, killing theKings deer ? Stand for your lives, men ! exclaimed Guythe Bow. I 11 not be taken ! Nor I! roared a burly hunter at his side;but—it s young Neville of Wartmont. Icould not strike him. Only five men came riding out from under the trees, but they were all well mounted, and were better armed than were the hunters. Every man of them wore linked mail, with shield and lance and sword, while at every saddle-. IN THE KINGS NAME, WHAT DO YE? A brave-looking dozen were these huntersof Longwood. Their faces were not evil, andtheir talk was that of kindly men fond of ad-venture and of sport, but caring little whosedeer they were taking. The carcass of the stag had been bound to oneof the horses, and the hunters were mounting, bow hung a mace or battle-ax. Their hel-mets were open in front, and the face of theforemost rider was that of a beardless boy. Itwas a very resolute face, however, and heraised his hand as he again demanded : In the kings name, what do ye ? We be free men, said Guy, sturdily. Littlereason has thy fathers son to question our acts. Why not? came back. Yonder stag isa death-warrant for every man of you ! Not so, exclaimed the burly hunter. I 68 WITH THE BLACK PRINCE. [Nov. am Ben o Coventry, and we all stand by Guythe Bow. Will thy mail shirt keep out a cloth-yard shaft, Richard Neville of Wartmont ? An arrow was on every bowstring at thatmoment; but Gu
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