and the jewel ours; till a jailer who stood by struck him on the mouth and cut his lip, to silence him.
The process was soon finished, and the judge in his red robes stood up and sentenced us to the galleys for life; bidding us admire the mercy of the law to Outlanders, for had we been but Dutchmen, we should sure have hanged.
Then they took and marched us out of court, as well as we could walk for fetters, and Elzevir with a bleeding mouth. But as we passed the place where Aldobrand sat, he bows to me and says in English, "Your servant, Mr. Trenchard. I wish you a good day, Sir John Trenchard—of Moonfleet, in Dorset." The jailer paused a moment, hearing Aldobrand speak to us though not understanding what he said, so I had time to answer him:—
"Good-day, Sir Aldobrand, Liar, and Thief, and Jew; and may the diamond bring you evil in this present life, and damnation in that which is to come."
So we parted from him, and at that same time parted from our liberty and from all joys of life.
We were fettered together with other prisoners in droves of six, our wrists manacled to a long bar, but I was put into a different gang from Elzevir. Thus we marched a ten days' journey into the country to a place called Ymeguen, where a royal fortress was building. That was a weary march for me, for 'twas January, with wet and miry roads, and I had little enough clothes upon my back to keep off rain and cold. On either side rode guards on horseback, with loaded flint-locks across the saddle-bow, and long whips in their hands with which they let fly at any laggard; though 'twas hard enough
