louis sat for a long time, in the bit of shade by the tree, before jasto returned; but, when that learned man at last made his appearance, he merely remarked that the captain had kept him longer than he had supposed he would, and, after that, he had to look for a quill, of which to make a pen.

"it is not an easy thing to get the right kind of quill for a pen, you must know," he said, as he took his seat by louis, and began to scrape the lower end of a long quill with a broad, sharp knife which he took from his belt. "a crow-quill will do very well, or even a quill from a hawk; but i like a long one, like this, which came from a heron's wing, nailed up in one of our houses. and he who nailed it up never dreamed of the benefit that a quill from that wing would bring to our good company."

"what benefit?" asked louis.

"the benefit that comes from the money your mother will send us when she reads your letter."

"oh!" said louis.

"and while i make this pen," continued his companion, "i shall tell you the story of my letter."

"yes, indeed," cried louis; "i should rather have that than the pen—at least, just now."

"that is a bad choice, for the pen is to give you liberty, and the story will not do that. however, there is a lesson in the story, and you shall have it. it was just before one of the battles between queen blanche and the duke of burgundy. i was a soldier then, in the service of a good knight; and although i was not his squire, but a simple man-at-arms, ready to fight on horse or on foot, or not to fight at all, just as the case might be, still i was a better man than the squire—for he could not write, any more than his master could. so, just before the battle, the knight sent for me, and, said he, 'jasto, i have heard that you are a wise fellow and can write, and i want you to write me a letter.' he knew i could write, because i had told him so, and had told all my companions so, for this i found i must do, otherwise they would never be aware of it; for, not knowing how to write themselves, how could they comprehend that i knew? 'i want to send a messenger back to my castle,' said my good knight, 'and i want him to carry a straight and fair message, which he can not do if i send it by word of mouth. so you must write what i wish to say in a letter to my seneschal, and the messenger shall carry it.' with that, he showed me a little piece of parchment that he had with him, and a phial of ink and a pen, and he bade me sit down and write what he told me to say. i liked not this haste, which gave me no time for study and preparation, and i told him, with due respect, that i could not write unless i had a table on which to lay my parchment. whereupon he made a man with a cuirass get down on all-fours before me, so that on this man's steel back i could write as on a table. my master then told me to write how that, knowing the enemy would soon reach the spot where we then lay, and feeling the want of a stronger force, he desired his seneschal to send him five more men, and five horses, with arms and all things needful, and also to send therewith a new casque which he expected from the armorer, and a long sword which hung up in the great hall, and divers other things, of which i wot not now. when i came to write down all this, i found myself sorely troubled, for you must know that to write a letter requires a knowledge of many things. one must know what letters are needed for a word, what order to put them in, and how to make them.

"some words need a good many letters, and if the letters in a word are not the right letters, and are not set in a befitting order, it will be of no use for any man, even the most learned scholar, to try to tell what that word is. so i soon found that for many of the words i could not remember the letters, and of those letters i did remember there were some that i could not make, for i had forgotten their shape. but i would not tell my master that, for it would have been a sorrowful thing to have fallen from my high place as the most learned person in our company, not to speak of the punishment i might have expected. so i wrote on, making the best words i could devise with the letters at my command, and urging my master to repeat every sentence, so that i should be sure to get it straight and fair; and in that way i learned the whole letter by heart, and read it to him, when i had finished it, so that he was greatly gratified. 'let me see the letter, my good jasto,' said he; and when he looked at it, he said, 'the words seem very much like each other'—which was the truth, indeed, for most of them had the same letters in them, measured out in very much the same measurement. 'but it all looks simple enough,' he went on to say, 'and i greatly desire that i could read it, but that is beyond my powers.' and then he made his mark, which his seneschal well knew, and the letter was done.

"thereupon he called for a messenger to take it in all haste to his castle, but i told him that he could have no better messenger than i should be, because, having writ the letter, i could read it to the person to whom it was sent, if it should so be that he could not read it himself. 'but old hubert can read, else i would not send him a letter,' said my lord. but i answered that, if he had never seen my writing, it might be so strange to him that it would take much time for him to understand the proper slope and indication of the letters, and so the re-enforcements might be sorely hindered in their coming. therefore it was that i was sent, and i so saved my life; for, shortly after, the battle came off, and, if i had been there, i know i should have been killed, as most of my knight's men were. but i was safe in the castle, and when i went back with the men and the horses and the armor, i met my lord coming to his castle, and right glad was he to see me with my company, for he was in such sore plight that he was even afraid of thieves, although there were but few of them to be met with then, being mostly in the wars. and therefore, i, being fresh and unwounded, took the lead among the men-at-arms, and felt high in my lord's favor, and this was far better than being able to scratch off a poor letter that could be read."

"but what said the seneschal to your letter?" asked louis.

"oh, nought at all," answered jasto. "i read it to him out of my head, and showed him his master's mark."

"but did you not feel, all the time, that you were a great trickster and cheat?" said the free-spoken louis.

"no more than i do now," answered jasto, "coming here to help you with your letter to your mother, and telling you a story with a moral to it, showing how arduous a thing it is to write a letter, so that you may be ready for your difficulties when they come upon you. and now this pen is done, and it ought to be, for i have put a score of nibs to it, and there is not enough quill left for another one. it may be blunt, but it will make a mark."

"and what am i to write on?" asked louis.

"i'll find that and the ink this afternoon," said jasto, "but now i smell dinner."

in the afternoon, jasto mixed up a black compound with some water, so as to make an ink,—rather thick and gritty, to be sure, but good enough for its purpose,—and he produced a piece of parchment, completely written over on one side. this writing he proceeded to obliterate, as far as possible, by rubbing it with a piece of pumice-stone.

louis was impatient, and suggested that he might mark out the words on one side and go on writing on the other; but jasto would not hear to this, for it would argue too great poverty on the part of the cotereaux to send a letter on the back of another, and so he rubbed and rubbed, and talked, and came and went, until it was nearly dark, and so the letter was postponed until the next day.

on the morrow, however, jasto refused to produce the writing materials, because there was to be a grand expedition of the band, which would require nearly all the men; and michol had said that louis must be taken along, as he did not wish to leave him behind, guarded only by the few men who would stay at the camp.

"that's a pretty way to do!" exclaimed louis. "suppose i should be killed in this expedition, what will your captain say to my mother then? i am not afraid to go, but i do not want to be taken for a robber, and be shot with an arrow, or have my head cut off."

"be not afraid," said jasto, laughing. "the enemy will not hurt you, if you keep out of the way. you are to be under my special keeping, and i will warrant that the foe shall not kill you."

early in the morning, nearly the whole of captain michol's force, some armed with lances, some with bows and arrows, and others with long knives, or swords of various descriptions, set out, on foot, for a march through the forests. louis went with them, closely accompanied by jasto, who never lost sight of him.

on the way, the good-humored robber, who seemed to be of a better class than most of his companions, using more correct language, and behaving himself better in every way, informed louis of the object of the expedition. about eight or ten miles to the east of the camp of the cotereaux there was a chateau, almost as strongly fortified as a castle, the owner of which possessed a great number of hogs. these animals, until within a few days previous, had been confined within close bounds, for fear that they should be stolen. but as no evil-disposed persons had been seen for a long time in the neighborhood, the whole herd had been let out into the adjacent woods, where they would thrive much better, during the hot weather, than in their former quarters. michol had been informed that these hogs were ranging through the woods, under the charge of two or three men, and he was now going to try to capture as many of them as possible. he took his large force, not because he expected any opposition from the keepers of the hogs, but because a great many men would be needed to surround and capture the animals, many of which would be lost if the herd should be allowed to scatter itself through the forest.

as they walked along, louis thought that it was a great pity that the first foray he ever set out upon should be an expedition, in time of peace, to steal pigs; but he considered it wise not to say what was in his mind, for it was the business of these men to steal pigs, or anything else they could lay their hands on,—even boys and borrowed jennets,—and they might not fancy his finding fault with them. he was not afraid of jasto, with whom he had become very friendly and communicative; but many of the other men looked like fellows whom it would not be at all pleasant to offend. so he went along with the company, and made no objections until he had walked five or six miles through the forest, when he informed jasto that he was getting very tired, and that he hoped they would soon come to the end of their journey, so that he could sit down and rest.

"as for that," said jasto, "the end of your journey will soon come, if the signs ahead of us mean anything. some of our foremost fellows have come back, and i think they are telling the captain that the herd is not far ahead of us. and if that be so, it will make our work easier, for the herdsmen will be far from home and can not call for help. you and i will not go up to the field of battle, but will be posted outside, with here and there another brave fellow, to arrest any of the enemy who may take to flight in our direction. so keep up a brave pair of legs for a little while longer, and then you shall have your rest."

sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour jasto received orders to wait with louis, at the end of a small path through the underbrush, while the rest of the force spread themselves out widely through the forest. before long a great noise of squealing and shouting was heard in the distance.

"we have come upon them," said jasto, "and many a good meal of pork shall we have this year."

"i hope the poor herdsmen are not getting killed," said louis.

"have no fear for them," replied jasto; "they will run away the moment they see one of us. and as they can not bring help, there will be no christian blood shed. look out there! stand close behind me! hear you that?"

louis plainly heard something rushing through the bushes, and in a moment a pig, about half-grown, dashed along the path toward them. when he saw jasto, he stopped for an instant, and then made a rush, endeavoring to pass him. but the robber was too quick to allow that, and he stooped and seized the scampering porker by the hind leg. in an instant, jasto was jerked upon his back, still however, holding fast to the struggling pig.

louis shouted in laughter, and he enjoyed the fun so much that it was some moments before he considered that the shouting and wriggling jest probably wanted his assistance. he then ran up, and, taking hold of the other hind leg of the prisoner, enabled jasto to get up, and to tie the pig's legs together with a strong cord which he had in his pocket.

"there, now," cried jasto, with a very red face, "the rest of the pork will be ready to cook or salt down, but this fellow i shall take home to fatten. he is too lean and lively for good eating now."

in less than half an hour the rest of the company appeared, walking in a long line, some of the men bearing each a slaughtered pig, while here and there two fellows carried a larger animal between them. jasto threw his prize across his shoulders, and, although there was a good deal of struggling on the part of the pig, his captor held him firmly, and carried him thus throughout the whole long tramp back to the camp.

when he reached the huts, jasto immediately set to work to make a rude pen of stakes and poles, in which he shut up his pig, which was to be thoroughly fattened before sharing the fate of his brethren who had been slain in the forest.

louis was a very tired boy when he found himself again in the camp, and he slept until a late hour the next morning; but, as soon as he had had his breakfast and felt fully awake, he went to hunt up jasto, so that he could begin his letter.

but he found that individual, his well-mended and red-lined clothes exchanged for an indescribably wretched suit, busily engaged, with a large portion of his comrades, in cutting up and curing, in various ways, the pork which had been brought in the day before. the band had so much hog-flesh on hand that they hardly knew what to do with all of it, and they were so busy for several days that jasto had no time to give to louis and his literary labors.

but, as soon as the pork business was finished and jasto was at liberty, louis set to work in earnest to write his letter to his mother.

jasto prepared the parchment, nearly obliterating the writing on one side of it, and, the ink and pen being ready, the work began, and a very important work it seemed to be. louis, of course, was anxious that his first letter to his mother should be a good one, well spelled and well expressed; jasto continually suggested forcible and high-sounding sentences, containing words which neither louis nor he could spell; the captain came several times to the place where the writing was going on, to insist on certain terms of ransom being clearly stated; and nearly all the men in the band straggled up, one or two at a time, to know how the letter was coming on, and to hear louis read what he had already written. it was a document of great interest to every one of the robbers, for, if it should succeed in its purpose, it would bring a large sum of money to the band.

at last, after much labor and consultation, louis finished the letter just as the sun was setting, and as one of the men called out that the evening meal—which that day consisted principally of fresh pork—was ready.

louis laid his letter, the last words of which were scarcely dry, upon the ground, putting a stone upon it to keep it from blowing away, and ran to get his supper. while he and the rest of the company were busily eating, jasto's pig broke out of the pen, and, seeing the parchment letter under the tree, devoured it without the slightest hesitation.