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his vizor and tore the front of his helmet out, while the German, aiming somewhat low, and half stunned by the shock, had the misfortune to strike his adversary upon the thigh, a breach of the rules of the tilting-yard, by which he not only sacrificed his chances of success, but would also have forfeited his horse and his armour, had the English knight chosen to claim them. A roar of applause from the English soldiers, with an ominous silence from the vast crowd who pressed round the barriers, announced that the balance of victory lay with the holders. Already the ten champions had assembled in front of the prince to receive his award, when a harsh bugle call from the further end of the lists. drew all eyes to a new and unexpected arrival.

CHAPTER XXIV.

HOW A CHAMPION CAME FORTH FROM THE EAST.

THE Bordeaux lists were, as has already been explained, situated upon the plain near the river upon those great occasions when the tilting-ground in front of the Abbey of St. Andrew's was deemed to be too small to contain the crowd. On the eastern side of this plain the country-side sloped upwards, thick with vines in summer, but now ridged with the brown bare enclosures. Over the gently rising plain curved the white road which leads inland, usually flecked with travellers, but now with scarce a living form upon it, so completely had the lists drained all the district of its inhabitants. Strange it was to see so vast a concourse of people, and then to look upon that broad, white, empty highway which wound away, bleak and deserted, until it narrowed itself to a bare streak against the distant uplands.

Shortly after the contest had begun, anyone looking from the lists along this road might have remarked, far away in the extreme distance, two brilliant and sparkling points which glittered and twinkled in the bright shimmer of the winter sun. Within an hour these points had become clearer and nearer, until they might be seen to come from the reflection from the head-pieces of two horsemen who were riding at the top of their speed in the direction of Bordeaux. Another half-hour had brought them so close that every point of their bearing and equipment could be dis

cerned. The first was a knight in full armour, mounted upon a brown horse with a white blaze upon breast and forehead. He was a short man of great breadth of shoulder, with vizor closed, and no blazonry upon his simple white surcoat or plain black shield. The other, who was evidently his squire and attendant, was unarmed save for the helmet upon his head, but bore in his right hand a very long and heavy oaken spear which belonged to his master. In his left hand the squire held not only the reins of his own horse but those of a great black war-horse, fully harnessed, which trotted along at his side. Thus the three horses and their two riders rode swiftly to the lists, and it was the blare of the trumpet sounded by the squire as his lord rode into the arena which had broken in upon the prize-giving and drawn away the attention and interest of the spectators.

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'Ha, John!' cried the prince, craning his neck, who is this cavalier, and what is it that he desires?'

'On my word, sire,' replied Chandos, with the utmost surprise upon his face, it is my opinion that he is a Frenchman.'

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A Frenchman!' repeated Don Pedro.

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And how can you. tell that, my Lord Chandos, when he has neither coat-armour, crest, nor blazonry?'

By his armour, sire, which is rounder at elbow and at shoulder than any of Bordeaux or of England. Italian he might be were his bassinet more sloped, but I will swear that those plates were welded betwixt this and Rhine. Here comes his squire, however, and we shall hear what strange fortune hath brought him over the marches.'

As he spoke the attendant cantered up the grassy enclosure, and pulling up his steed in front of the royal stand, blew a second. fanfare upon his bugle. He was a raw-boned, swarthy-cheeked man, with black bristling beard and a swaggering bearing. Having sounded his call, he thrust the bugle into his belt, and, pushing his way betwixt the groups of English and of Gascon knights, he reined up within a spear's length of the royal party.

'I come,' he shouted in a hoarse thick voice, with a strong Breton accent,' as squire and herald from my master, who is a very valiant pursuivant-of-arms, and a liegeman to the great and powerful monarch, Charles, king of the French. My master has heard that there is jousting here, and prospect of honourable advancement, so he has come to ask that some English cavalier will vouchsafe for the love of his lady to run a course with sharpened

lances with him, or to meet him with sword, mace, battle-axe, or dagger. He bade me say, however, that he would fight only with a true Englishman, and not with any mongrel who is neither English nor French, but speaks with the tongue of the one, and fights under the banner of the other.'

'Sir!' cried De Clisson, with a voice of thunder, while his countrymen clapped their hands to their swords. The squire, however, took no notice of their angry faces, but continued with his master's message.

'He is now ready, sire,' he said, 'albeit his destrier has travelled many miles this day, and fast, for we were in fear lest we come too late for the jousting.'

'Ye have indeed come too late,' said the prince, 'seeing that the prize is about to be awarded; yet I doubt not that one of these gentlemen will run a course for the sake of honour with this cavalier of France.'

'And as to the prize, sire,' quoth Sir Nigel, 'I am sure that I speak for all when I say this French knight hath our leave to bear it away with him if he can fairly win it.'

'Bear word of this to your master,' said the prince, and ask him which of these five Englishmen he would desire to meet. But stay; your master bears no coat-armour, and we have not yet heard his name.'

'My master, sire, is under vow to the Virgin neither to reveal his name nor to open his vizor until he is back upon French ground once more.'

'Yet what assurance have we,' said the prince, 'that this is not some varlet masquerading in his master's harness, or some caitiff knight, the very touch of whose lance might bring infamy upon an honourable gentleman ?'

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It is not so, sire,' cried the squire earnestly. There is no man upon earth who would demean himself by breaking a lance with my master.'

'You speak out boldly, squire,' the prince answered; but unless I have some further assurance of your master's noble birth and gentle name I cannot match the choicest lances of my court against him.'

'You refuse, sire?'

'I do refuse.'

'Then, sire, I was bidden to ask you from my master whether you would consent if Sir John Chandos, upon hearing my master's

name, should assure you that he was indeed a man with whom you might yourself cross swords without indignity.'

'I ask no better,' said the prince.

'Then I must ask, Lord Chandos, that you will step forth. I have your pledge that the name shall remain ever a secret, and that you will neither say nor write one word which might betray it. The name is He stooped down from his horse and whispered something into the old knight's ear which made him start with surprise, and stare with much curiosity at the distant knight, who was sitting his charger at the further end of the

arena.

'Is this indeed sooth?' he exclaimed.

'It is, my lord, and I swear it by St. Ives of Brittany.'

'I might have known it,' said Chandos, twisting his moustache, and still looking thoughtfully at the cavalier. 'What then, Sir John?' asked the prince.

'Sire, this is a knight whom it is indeed great honour to meet, and I would that your grace would grant me leave to send my squire for my harness, for I would dearly love to run a course with him.'

'Nay, nay, Sir John, you have gained as much honour as one man can bear, and it were hard if you could not rest now. But I pray you, squire, to tell your master that he is very welcome to our court, and that wines and spices will be served him if he would refresh himself before jousting.'

'My master will not drink,' said the squire.

'Let him then name the gentleman with whom he would break a spear.'

'He would contend with these five knights, each to choose such weapons as suit him best."

'I perceive,' said the prince, 'that your master is a man of great heart and high of enterprise. But the sun already is low in the west, and there will scarce be light for these courses. I pray you, gentlemen, to take your places, that we may see whether this stranger's deeds are as bold as his words.'

The unknown knight had sat like a statue of steel, looking neither to the right nor to the left during these preliminaries. He had changed from the horse upon which he had ridden, and bestrode the black charger which his squire had led beside him. His immense breadth, his stern composed appearance, and the mode in which he handled his shield and his lance, were enough

in themselves to convince the thousands of critical spectators that he was a dangerous opponent. Aylward, who stood in the front. row of the archers with Simon, big John, and others of the Company, had been criticising the proceedings from the commencement with the ease and freedom of a man who had spent his life under arms and had learned in a hard school to know at a glance the points of a horse and his rider. He stared now at the stranger with a wrinkled brow and the air of a man who is striving to stir his memory.

"By my hilt! I have seen the thick body of him before to-day. Yet I cannot call to mind where it could have been. At Nogent belike, or was it at Auray? Mark me, lads, this man will prove to be one of the best lances of France, and there are no better in the world.'

"It is but child's play, this poking game,' said John. 'I would. fain try my hand at it, for, by the black rood! I think that it might be amended.'

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What, then, would you do, John?' asked several.

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'There are many things which might be done,' said the forester thoughtfully. Methinks that I would begin by breaking my spear.'

'So they all strive to do.'

Nay, but not upon another man's shield. I would break it over my own knee.'

And what the better for that, old beef and bones?' asked Black Simon.

'So I would turn what is but a lady's bodkin of a weapon into a very handsome club.'

'And then, John?'

Then I would take the other's spear into my arm or my leg, or where it pleased him best to put it, and I would dash out his brains with my club.'

"By my ten finger-bones! old John,' said Aylward, 'I would give my feather-bed to see you at a spear-running. This is a most courtly and gentle sport which you have devised.'

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So it seems to me,' said John seriously. Or, again, one might seize the other round the middle, pluck him off his horse and bear him to the pavilion, there to hold him to ransom.'

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'Good!' cried Simon, amid a roar of laughter from all the archers round. By Thomas of Kent! we shall make a campmarshal of thee, and thou shalt draw up rules for our jousting.

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