England would be so easy won! Surely I can do no less than give the lad
what he has taken. This Manor shall be thine, boy," he said, "till I
come again, or till thou art slain. Now, mount, men, and ride. We follow
our Duke into Kent to make him King of England."

'He drew me with him to the door while they brought his horse--a lean
roan, taller than my Swallow here, but not so well girthed.

'"Hark to me," he said, fretting with his great war-gloves. "I have
given thee this Manor, which is a Saxon hornets' nest, and I think thou
wilt be slain in a month--as my father was slain. Yet if thou canst keep
the roof on the hall, the thatch on the barn, and the plough in the
furrow till I come back, thou shalt hold the Manor from me; for the Duke
has promised our Earl Mortain all the lands by Pevensey, and Mortain
will give me of them what he would have given my father. God knows if
thou or I shall live till England is won; but remember, boy, that here
and now fighting is foolishness and"--he reached for the reins--"craft
and cunning is all."

'"Alas, I have no cunning," said I.

'"Not yet," said he, hopping abroad, foot in stirrup, and poking his
horse in the belly with his toe. "Not yet, but I think thou hast a good
teacher. Farewell! Hold the Manor and live. Lose the Manor and hang," he
said, and spurred out, his shield-straps squeaking behind him.

'So, children, here was I, little more than a boy, and Santlache fight
not two days old, left alone with my thirty men-at-arms, in a land I
knew not, among a people whose tongue I could not speak, to hold down
the land which I had taken from them.'