Just then the landlord reappeared, and offered excuses for not having a better room at his disposal.  "Two officers and a troop of horse," said he, "have stayed here overnight.  What their business is I know not. The men are free with everything but their own affairs.  Not even spiced ale makes their tongues wag in that direction.  Their masters say less. Still, ’tis not my business; they pay well.  But even this young gentleman has to stay here for want of better room.  Ah, bethink me! Didst pass Carver, the chapman, on your way hither?"