'Tell me, Master Aylward,' cried a young fresh-faced archer at the further end of the room, 'what was this great battle about?'

'Why, you jack-fool, what would it be about save who should wear the crown of France ?'

'I thought that mayhap it might be as to who should have this feather-bed of thine.'

'If I come down to you, Silas, I may lay my belt across your shoulders,' Aylward answered, amid a general shout of laughter. 'But it is time young chickens went to roost when they dare cackle against their elders. It is late, Simon.'

'Nay, let us have another song.'

'Here is Arnold of Sowley will troll as good a stave as any man in the Company.'

'Nay, we have one here who is second to none,' said Hawtayne, laying his hand upon big John's shoulder. 'I have heard him on the cog with a voice like the wave upon the shore. I pray you, friend, to give us "The Bells of Milton," or, if you will, "The Franklin's Maid.""

Hordle John drew the back of his hand across his mouth, fixed his eyes upon the corner of the ceiling, and bellowed forth, in a voice which made the torches flicker, the southland ballad for which he had been asked :—

The franklin he hath gone to roam,

The franklin's maid she bides at home.
But she is cold and coy and staid,
And who may win the franklin's maid?

There came a knight of high renown
In bassinet and ciclatoun;

On bended knee full long he prayed:
He might not win the franklin's maid.

There came a squire so debonair,
His dress was rich, his words were fair,
He sweetly sang, he deftly played:
He could not win the franklin's maid.

There came a mercer wonder-fine
With velvet cap and gaberdine :
For all his ships, for all his trade,
He could not buy the franklin's maid.

There came an archer bold and true,
With bracer guard and stave of yew;
His purse was light, his jerkin frayed:
Haro, alas! the franklin's maid!

Oh, some have laughed and some have cried,
And some have scoured the country-side;
But off they ride through wood and glade,
The bowman and the franklin's maid.

A roar of delight from his audience, with stamping of feet and beating of black-jacks against the ground, showed how thoroughly the song was to their taste, while John modestly retired into a quart pot, which he drained in four giant gulps. I sang that ditty in Hordle ale-house ere I ever thought to be an archer myself,' quoth he.

'Fill up your stoups!' cried Black Simon, thrusting his own goblet into the open hogshead in front of him. Here is a last cup to the White Company, and every brave boy who walks behind the roses of Loring!'

'To the wood, the flax, and the gander's wing!' said an old grey-headed archer on the right.

'To a gentle loose, and the king of Spain for a mark at fourteen score!' cried another.

'To a bloody war!' shouted a fourth. Many to go and few to come!'

'With the most gold to the best steel!' added a fifth.

'And a last cup to the maids of our heart!' cried Aylward. 'A steady hand and a true eye, boys; so let two quarts be a bowman's portion.' With shout and jest and snatch of song they streamed from the room, and all was peaceful once more in the 'Rose de Guienne.'

CHAPTER XXIII.

HOW ENGLAND HELD THE LISTS AT BORDEAUX.

So used were the good burghers of Bordeaux to martial display and knightly sport, that an ordinary joust or tournament was an everyday matter with them. The fame and brilliancy of the prince's court had drawn the knights-errant and pursuivants-ofarms from every part of Europe. In the long lists by the Garonne on the landward side of the northern gate there had been many a strange combat, when the Teutonic knight, fresh from the conquest of the Prussian heathen, ran a course against the knight of Calatrava, hardened by continual struggle against the Moors, or cavaliers from Portugal broke a lance with Scandinavian warriors

from the further shore of the great Northern Ocean. Here fluttered many an outland pennon, bearing symbol and blazonry from the banks of the Danube, the wilds of Lithuania, and the mountain strongholds of Hungary: for chivalry was of no clime and of no race, nor was any land so wild that the fame and name of the prince had not sounded through it from border to border.

Great, however, was the excitement through town and district when it was learned that on the third Wednesday in Advent there would be held a passage-at-arms in which five knights of England would hold the lists against all comers. The great concourse of noblemen and famous soldiers, the national character of the contest, and the fact that this was a last trial of arms before what promised to be an arduous and bloody war, all united to make the event one of the most notable and brilliant that Bordeaux had ever seen. On the eve of the contest the peasants flocked in from the whole district of the Médoc, and the fields beyond the walls were whitened with the tents of those who could find no warmer lodging. From the distant camp of Dax, too, and from Blaye, Bourg, Libourne, St. Emilion, Castillon, St. Macaire, Cardillac, Ryons, and all the cluster of flourishing towns which look upon Bordeaux as their mother, there thronged an unceasing stream of horsemen and of footmen, all converging upon the great city. By the morning of the day on which the courses were to be run, not less than eighty thousand people had assembled round the lists and along the low grassy ridge which looks down upon the scene of the encounter.

It was, as may well be imagined, no easy matter among so many noted cavaliers to chose, out five on either side who should have precedence over their fellows. A score of secondary combats had nearly arisen from the rivalries and bad blood created by the selection, and it was only the influence of the prince and the efforts of the older barons which kept the peace among so many eager and fiery soldiers. Not till the day before the courses were the shields finally hung out for the inspection of the ladies and the heralds, so that all men might know the names of the champions and have the opportunity to prefer any charge against them, should there be stain upon them which should disqualify them from taking part in so noble and honourable a ceremony.

Sir Hugh Calverley and Sir Robert Knolles had not yet returned from their raid into the marches of Navarre, so that the

English party were deprived of two of their most famous lances. Yet there remained so many good names that Chandos and Felton, to whom the selection had been referred, had many an earnest consultation, in which every feat of arms and failure or success of each candidate was weighed and balanced against the rival claims of his companions. Lord Audley of Cheshire, the hero of Poictiers, and Loring of Hampshire, who was held to be the second lance in the army, were easily fixed upon. Then, of the younger men, Sir Thomas Percy of Northumberland, Sir Thomas Wake of Yorkshire, and Sir William Beauchamp of Gloucestershire, were finally selected to uphold the honour of England. On the other side were the veteran Captal de Buch and the brawny Olivier de Clisson, with the free companion Sir Perducas d'Albert, the valiant Lord of Mucident, and Sigismond von Altenstadt, of the Teutonic order. The older soldiers among the English shook their heads as they looked upon the escutcheons of these famous warriors, for they were all men who had spent their lives upon the saddle, and bravery and strength can avail little against experience and wisdom of war.

"By my faith! Sir John,' said the prince as he rode through the winding streets on his way to the lists, I should have been glad to have splintered a lance to-day. You have seen me hold a spear since I had strength to lift one, and should know best whether I do not merit a place among this honourable company.'

'There is no better seat and no truer lance, sire,' said Chandos ; 'but, if I may say so without fear of offence, it were not fitting, that you should join in this debate.'

'And why, Sir John?'

Because, sire, it is not for you to take part with Gascons against English, or with English against Gascons, seeing that you are lord of both. We are not too well loved by the Gascons now, and it is but the golden link of your princely coronet which holds us together. If that be snapped I know not what would follow.' Snapped, Sir John!' cried the prince, with an angry sparkle in his dark eyes. What manner of talk is this? You speak as though the allegiance of our people were a thing which might be thrown off or on like a falcon's jessel.'

'With a sorry hack one uses whip and spur, sire,' said Chandos ; 'but with a horse of blood and spirit a good cavalier is gentle and soothing, coaxing rather than forcing. These folk are strange people, and you must hold their love, even as you have it now,

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for you will get from their kindness what all the pennons in your army could not wring from them.'

'You are over-grave to-day, John,' the prince answered. "We may keep such questions for our council-chamber. But how now, my brothers of Spain, and of Majorca, what think you of this challenge?'

'I look to see some handsome jousting,' said Don Pedro, who rode with the King of Majorca upon the right of the prince, while Chandos was on the left. By St. James of Compostella! but these burghers would bear some taxing. See to the broadcloth and velvet that the rogues bear upon their backs! By my troth! if they were my subjects they would be glad enough to wear falding and leather ere I had done with them. But mayhap it is best to let the wool grow long ere you clip it.'

'It is our pride,' the prince answered coldly, that we rule over freemen and not slaves.'

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'Every man to his own humour,' said Pedro carelessly. Carajo! there is a sweet face at yonder window! Don Fernando, I pray you to mark the house, and to have the maid brought to us at the abbey.'

'Nay, brother, nay!' cried the prince impatiently. "I have had occasion to tell you more than once that things are not ordered in this way in Aquitaine.'

'A thousand pardons, dear friend,' the Spaniard answered quickly, for a flush of anger had sprung to the dark cheek of the English prince. You make my exile so like a home that I forget at times that I am not in very truth back in Castile. Every land hath indeed its own ways and manners; but I promise you, Edward, that when you are my guest in Toledo or Madrid you shall not yearn in vain for any commoner's daughter on whom you may deign to cast your eye.'

'Your talk, sire,' said the prince still more coldly, is not such as I love to hear from your lips. I have no taste for such amours as you speak of, and I have sworn that my name shall be coupled with that of no woman save my ever dear wife.'

'Ever the mirror of true chivalry!' exclaimed Pedro, while James of Majorca, frightened at the stern countenance of their allpowerful protector, plucked hard at the mantle of his brother exile. Have a care, cousin,' he whispered; for the sake of the Virgin have a care, for you have angered him.'

'Pshaw! fear not,' the other answered in the same low tone.