Sir John and
your companions shall know to whom the credit is due.'

"That afternoon at four, three stalwart Italians left the camp, walking
up the mountain. They were equipped in full armor and each carried a
bundle under his arm.

"They crossed a rapid mountain stream near the headwaters of the Arno
and were seen no more. Shortly thereafter three peaceful-looking friars
came forth and took the trail leading to the castle and the pass, as
they walked along chanting in a subdued tone the vesper service of their
monastery.

"At twilight, dusty and sweat-stained from apparent long travel, they
crossed the drawbridge just before it was raised for the night and the
gates closed. When challenged by the guards they asked food and shelter
for the night. The corporal of the guard interrogated them as to their
business in the mountains.

"'We are three of five messengers sent by our order to Bologna. One of
the other two was taken sick and forced to remain in the village
overnight and a companion stayed with him; they will meet us here or in
the pass on the morrow.'

"Reporting to the officer of the day, he was directed to let them in and
to provide them with food and a bed of straw in the barracks.

"In the morning, just before six, they came to the gate and stood
waiting. They were civilly greeted by the corporal who had let them in
the night before, but who was being relieved by another corporal and
guard.

"The new squad let down the drawbridge and opened the gate as was the
custom when no danger threatened.

"The corporal in charge, who had little love for monks and friars,
turning to them said: 'You are three big strapping fellows to be
supported by charity. You should be working in the fields or else
helping us fight for the church. Why they pay us to do their fighting
instead of training you for that purpose I will never understand.
Either one of you looks as strong as a bull and with that habit in the
ditch, a helmet on your head, wearing corselet and sword you might pass
as a soldier. Here come two more of your order; not only the cities but
the mountains are full of you. No wonder there is so much poverty in
Bologna and Florence.'

"'I have always wished to be a soldier. I would like to try on your
helmet and sword and see how my companions and I look dressed as your
squad.'

"'Let's see how the three beggars look in helmets, and you might just as
well buckle on our swords. Let the other two across, they