For I will go to Montaubon with none save my two squires and two archers.
For me, I will ride into their camp with my squire and two archers.
"Stand to it, Aylward," cried the archers, amid a fresh burst of laughter.
"Keep your tongue still, or it will be the worse for you," shouted the most drunken of the archers.
Could they not set up five archers for the honor of Aquitaine ...