How came your honour to Durham, city
and county? I don't think your honour is a Durham man either of
town or field."
"I am not; but when I was a little boy I passed through Durham
county with my mother and brother to a place called Scotland."
"Scotland! a queer country that, your honour!"
"So it is," said I; "a queerer country I never saw in all my life."
"And a queer set of people, your honour."
"So they are," said I; "a queerer set of people than the Scotch you
would scarcely see in a summer's day."
"The Durham folks, neither of town or field, have much reason to
speak well of the Scotch, your honour."
"I dare say not," said I; "very few people have."
"And yet the Durham folks, your honour, generally contrived to give
them as good as they brought."
"That they did," said I; "a pretty licking the Durham folks once
gave the Scots under the walls of Durham city, after the scamps had
been plundering the country for three weeks - a precious licking
they gave them, slaying I don't know how many thousands, and taking
their king prisoner."
"So they did, your honour, and under the command of a woman too."
"Very true," said I; "Queen Philippa."
"Just so, your honour! The idea that your honour should know so
much about Durham, both field and town!"
"Well," said I, "since I have told you so much about Durham,
perhaps you will tell me something about yourself.
