– On the edge of my sword! said the keeper to finish the song. Many nights I heard the same ballad in the English countryside and has made him more than two hundred soldiers chorus of the king, but this old drunkard left far behind by trade we handle the bow, the crossbow and the halberd.

Meanwhile, the hostess and a good girl who had helped put on the solid oak table were the tasty dishes that Simon’s dinner, accompanied by some huge slices of white breads.

-I do not understand, he continued cheerfully goalkeeper as he prepared to deliver your dinner, is that I like you guys went avengáis to live close to the soil, turning their backs and sweating the chyle, when could you take such good life under the banners of the King . Look at me. What do I have to do? What does the song you are listening: the hand on the rope, the rope on the arrow and the arrow on the target. Which is precisely what you do as a diversion and pastime on Sundays, after the hard work of the week.

– And the pay? asked one.