'"He hath done this day by day before our very face?" said De Aquila.

'"Nay, hour by hour," said Hugh. "When De Aquila spoke even now, in the
Hall, of Saxons and Normans, I saw Gilbert write on a parchment, which
he kept beside the Manor-roll, that De Aquila said soon there would be
no Normans left in England if his men-at-arms did their work aright."

'"Bones of the Saints!" said De Aquila. "What avail is honour or a sword
against a pen? Where did Gilbert hide that writing? He shall eat it."

'"In his breast when he ran out," said Hugh. "Which made me look to see
where he kept his finished stuff. When Odo scratched at this stone here,
I saw his face change. So I was sure."

'"He is bold," said De Aquila. "Do him justice. In his own fashion, my
Gilbert is bold."

'"Overbold," said Hugh. "Hearken here," and he read: "Upon the Feast of
St Agatha, our Lord of Pevensey, lying in his upper chamber, being
clothed in his second fur gown reversed with rabbit----"

'"Pest on him! He is not my tire-woman!" said De Aquila, and Hugh and I
laughed.

'"Reversed with rabbit, seeing a fog over the marshes, did wake Sir
Richard Dalyngridge, his drunken cup-mate" (here they laughed at me)
"and said, 'Peer out, old fox, for God is on the Duke of Normandy's
side."'