Part 10 (1/2)
”I am concerned by what you say,” said he. ”You know more of these things than I can do. However, I will take--”
”A hundred and fifty,” whispered Aylward's voice in his ear.
”A hundred and fifty,” said Nigel, only too relieved to have found the humblest guide upon these unwonted paths.
The goldsmith started. This youth was not the simple soldier that he had seemed. That frank face, those blue eyes, were traps for the unwary.
Never had he been more taken aback in a bargain.
”This is fond talk and can lead to nothing, fair sir,” said he, turning away and fiddling with the keys of his strong boxes. ”Yet I have no wish to be hard on you. Take my outside price, which is fifty n.o.bles.”
”And a hundred,” whispered Aylward.
”And a hundred,” said Nigel, blus.h.i.+ng at his own greed.
”Well, well, take a hundred!” cried the merchant. ”Fleece me, skin me, leave me a loser, and take for your wares the full hundred!”
”I should be shamed forever if I were to treat you so badly,” said Nigel. ”You have spoken me fair, and I would not grind you down.
Therefore, I will gladly take one hundred--”
”And fifty,” whispered Aylward.
”And fifty,” said Nigel.
”By Saint John of Beverley!” cried the merchant. ”I came hither from the North Country, and they are said to be shrewd at a deal in those parts; but I had rather bargain with a synagogue full of Jews than with you, for all your gentle ways. Will you indeed take no less than a hundred and fifty? Alas! you pluck from me my profits of a month. It is a fell morning's work for me. I would I had never seen you!” With groans and lamentations he paid the gold pieces across the counter, and Nigel, hardly able to credit his own good fortune, gathered them into the leather saddle-bag.
A moment later with flushed face he was in the street and pouring out his thanks to Aylward.
”Alas, my fair lord! the man has robbed us now,” said the archer. ”We could have had another twenty had we stood fast.”
”How know you that, good Aylward?”
”By his eyes, Squire Loring. I wot I have little store of reading where the parchment of a book or the pinching of a blazon is concerned, but I can read men's eyes, and I never doubted that he would give what he has given.”
The two travelers had dinner at the monk's hospitium, Nigel at the high table and Aylward among the commonalty. Then again they roamed the high street on business intent. Nigel bought taffeta for hangings, wine, preserves, fruit, damask table linen and many other articles of need. At last he halted before the armorer's shop at the castle-yard, staring at the fine suits of plate, the engraved pectorals, the plumed helmets, the cunningly jointed gorgets, as a child at a sweet-shop.
”Well, Squire Loring,” said Wat the armorer, looking sidewise from the furnace where he was tempering a sword blade, ”what can I sell you this morning? I swear to you by Tubal Cain, the father of all workers in metal, that you might go from end to end of Cheapside and never see a better suit than that which hangs from yonder hook!”
”And the price, armorer?”
”To anyone else, two hundred and fifty rose n.o.bles. To you two hundred.”
”And why cheaper to me, good fellow?”
”Because I fitted your father also for the wars, and a finer suit never went out of my shop. I warrant that it turned many an edge before he laid it aside. We worked in mail in those days, and I had as soon have a well-made thick-meshed mail as any plates; but a young knight will be in the fas.h.i.+on like any dame of the court, and so it must be plate now, even though the price be trebled.”
”Your rede is that the mail is as good?”
”I am well sure of it.”
”Hearken then, armorer! I cannot at this moment buy a suit of plate, and yet I sorely need steel harness on account of a small deed which it is in my mind to do. Now I have at my home at Tilford that very suit of mail of which you speak, with which my father first rode to the wars.