"Aye, verily!"
"Then brethren let us be henceforth, and comrades to boot!" cried Rick.
"Jolly Clerks o' Saint Nicholas to share and share alike--ha? So then 't is
accorded. And now what o' yon lily-livered imp? 'T is a sickly youth and
I love him not. But he hath a cloak, look'ee--a cloak forsooth and poor
Rick's a-cold! Ho, lad--throw me thy cloak!"
"Beshrew me!" roared Gurth. "But he beareth belt and wallet! Ha, boy, give
thy wallet and girdle--bestow!"
"And by sweet Saint Nick," growled Will, "the dainty youngling disporteth
himself to mine eyes in a gold finger-ring! Aha, boy! Give now thy trinket
unto an honest tanner."
Hereupon and with one accord up started the three, fierce-eyed; but
Jocelyn, laughing, rose up also.
"Back, corpses!" quoth he, swinging the heavy fetters to and fro between
shackled wrists. "Stand, good Masters Dry-bones; of what avail cloak, or
wallet, or ring to ye that are dead men? Now, since corpses ye are
insomuch as concerneth this world, be ye reasonable and kindly corpses.
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