. Were followed by six archers, with cloth jackets Buriel, rod belts, helmets without feathers and back to the bow and arrows. They descended the hill, crossed the ford and in a few moments arrived at the scene of the fight.

– Here is one of them! exclaimed the chief, casting dismounted and shook the villain by the throat. Cords to see Peter, and bind it hand and foot so as not to slip again. It’s time for San Jorge and! that pay for all this time together. Who are you, young man? he asked Roger.

-A clerk of the Abbey of Belmonte, sir.

– Do you have letters or papers that prove? Will you not be one of the many beggars and infest these roads?

Behold, the abbot letters of Bergen. No need to beg, said the young man somewhat offended.

So much the better for you. Do you know who I am?

-No, sir.

I am the law, I am the sheriff of the county and represent the justice of our gracious sovereign, Edward III.

-Time you come, sir, said Roger bowing to the character. A few moments here and only had you found my body, and perhaps also that of this poor woman.