Said the other: “Not in thy time; but for the last seven days it hath been the wont, and then off weapons and to supper peaceably.”
CHAPTER XXVI. OF THE KING OF OAKENREALM.
Even therewith, and while the last word had but come to Christopher’s ears, rang out the voice of Jack of the Tofts again, louder and clearer than before: and he said: “Men in this hall, I bear you tidings! The King of Oakenrealm is amongst us to-night.”
Then, forsooth, was the noise and the turmoil, and cries and shouts and clatter, and fists raised in air and weapons caught down from the wall, and the glitter of spear-points and gleam of fallow blades. For the name of Rolf, King of Oakenrealm, was to those woodmen as the name of the Great Devil of Hell, so much was he their unfriend and their dastard. But Jack rais
