of pain, for the bolt of a cross-bow had wounded his leg, and the blood
was now streaming from it. He was instantly laid hold of by two or
three
of the men-at-arms. It was useless to struggle, and he submitted in
silence.
"It's a boy!" cried several of them together, in a tone of amazement. "I
thought it was one of those demons."
"What are you about here?"
"Going to have a little rough usage apparently," said Curdie laughing,
as the men shook him.
"Impertinence will do you no good. You have no business here in the
king's grou