CHAPTER XVIII

A NOBLE GIFT

The pace at which the party started soon slackened, for neither Albert

nor Hal Carter could maintain it. However, it was not long before they

heard the sentry challenge:

"Who go there?"

"Sir Albert De Courcy and Sir Edgar Ormskirk escaped from Ypres," Edgar

answered.

"Stand where you are till I call the sergeant," the man said, and

shouted "Sergeant!" at the top of his voice. In five minutes a sergeant

and two men-at-arms came up.

"Hurry, sergeant, I pray you," Edgar said. "We have swum three ditches,

and my companions, being weakened by their wounds, are well-nigh

perished."

"Come on," the sergeant said, "it is clear at any rate that you are

Englishmen." He had brought a torch with him, and as they came up

looked at them narrowly, then he saluted. "I know you, Sir Edgar,

disguised as you are. I was fighting behind you on the wall five weeks

since, and had it not been for the strength of your arm, I should have

returned no more to England."

"How is Sir Hugh Calverley?" Edgar asked, as they hurried towards the

camp.

"His wounds are mending fast," the sergeant said, "and he went out of

his tent to-day for the first time. I saw him myself."

A quarter of an hour's walking brought them to the tent occupied by Sir

Hugh and his followers. A light was still burning there, and they heard

voices within.

"May we enter?" Edgar said, as he slightly opened the flap of the tent.

"Surely, that must be the voice of Sir Edgar Ormskirk!" Sir Hugh

exclaimed.

"It is I, sure enough, and with me is Sir Albert De Courcy and my brave

man-at-arms."

As he spoke he stepped into the tent. Two knights were there, and they

and Sir Hugh advanced with outstretched hands to meet the new-comers.

"Welcome back, welcome back!" Sir Hugh exclaimed, in a tone of emotion.

"My brave knights, I and my two comrades here have to thank you for our

lives, for, although in truth I know naught about it, I have heard from

Sir Thomas Vokes and Sir Tristram Montford how you brought the band to

our assistance, and how you kept the enemy at bay, while this good

fellow of yours bore me down the ladder on his shoulder; while from

those who escaped afterwards we heard how you both, with but two or

three others, kept the foe back, and gave time for the rest to jump

from the walls or slide down the ladders. But your faces are blue, and

your teeth chattering!"

"We have had to swim three ditches, and the ice having formed pretty

thickly, it was no child's work."

"First, do you each drain a goblet of wine," Sir Hugh said, "and then

to your tent. All your things are untouched. Knights, will you go with

them and rub them down till their skin glows, and then wrap them up in

blankets?" He called, and two servants came in. "Heat three bottles of

wine in a bowl with plenty of spices," he said, "and carry it to these

knights' tent, and take a portion to the tent of their men-at-arms for

the use of this good fellow. See that your comrades rub you down," he

said to Hal. "They will be glad indeed to see you back; for, although

we heard from a prisoner that the two knights were alive, we knew not

whether any others had been taken with them. Tell Hawkins to light two

torches at once and fix them in the knights' tent, and put two others

in that of the men-at-arms. Mind, Sir Edgar, once between the blankets,

you stay there till morning. Your story will keep until then."

After throwing off their wet clothes, and being rubbed down until they

glowed, Edgar and Albert were soon covered up in blankets, and after

drinking the hot spiced wine, soon fell asleep. In the morning they

related their story to Sir Hugh Calverley and the other two knights.

"'Tis Sir Edgar who should tell the tale," Albert said, "for indeed I

know but little about it from the time I saw you lowered over the wall.

Things went well with us for a time; we were joined by more men, and

were strong enough to divide into two parties, Edgar going to the right

while I went to the left. We cleared the wall for some distance, and

methinks had there been ladders, so that we could have been helped more

quickly, the town would have been won, but the enemy were reinforced

more quickly than we were, and we began to lose ground. Then came a

body of knights who beat us back till we were close to the point where

the ladders were set. Then a knight made at me with a mace. I saw his

arms raised, and after that I knew nothing more."

"The last man who jumped from the wall, Sir Albert, told us that he saw

that you were down and that Sir Edgar and one of his men-at-arms were

fighting like demons over you. Now, Sir Edgar, tell us how the matter

ended."

"We made a shift to keep them back, Sir Hugh, for some five minutes,

when one of the French knights offered to give us terms of surrender on

ransom, and seeing no use in fighting longer when the matter could only

have terminated one way, I surrendered."

Then he related the good treatment they had met with at the hands of

Sir Robert De Beaulieu, and the manner in which he had enabled them to

escape the fury of the rabble of Ypres, and had sent them away free

from ransom.

"It was well done, indeed, of him," Sir Hugh said, warmly. "Truly a

courteous and knightly action. And so you have both given your pledge

to fight no more in this campaign. By St. George, I should not be

ill-pleased if someone would put me under a similar pledge, for I tell

you that I am heartily sick of it. Never did so disordered an army

start from England. An army led by bishops and priests is something

strange. Bishops have before now ridden often in battle, but never

before did they assume command. Methinks when I go home that I will ask

the king to give me the direction of Westminster Monastery and Abbey;

at any rate I could not make a worse hand of it than the Bishop of

Norwich is doing of this. And you say that De Beaulieu promised to send

your armour on the first opportunity. That is, indeed, a generous

action, for the armour of a prisoner is always the property of his

captor, and your armour is of great value. I would that we could do

something to show the good knight that we appreciate his generosity."

"We have our chains," Edgar said. "Of course we did not carry them

about us when we should have to fight, and they are very heavy and of

the finest workmanship. These would we gladly send to him, would we

not, Albert, in token of our gratitude? Though, costly as they are,

they are of much less value than the armour."

"I would gladly add something of my own account," Sir Hugh said,

"seeing that you are in my train, and one does not like to be surpassed

by a foreign knight. As to the matter of the ransom, that does not

trouble me, and indeed, seeing that you surrendered to him, and that he

felt that he could not give protection, and you had to risk your lives

in getting away, it was but reasonable that he should remit it, but in

the matter of the armour the case is different. I will add to your

chains a reliquary which was presented to me by Pedro of Castile when I

saved his life in the fight at Najarra. He told me that it contained a

nail of the true cross, and that it was brought to Spain by a Spaniard

of royal blood who was a knight commander of the Temple.

"I do not know how far this is true, for as one gets older one loses

faith in these monkish stories of reliquaries. However, the casket is

set with gems of value, and there is with it a parchment setting forth

its history; at any rate it is a gift that is worthy of even a prince's

acceptance. I will send it to him as a token that Sir Hugh Calverley

recognizes his chivalrous behaviour to the knights who were captured

while covering his carriage from the ramparts of Ypres, and, therefore,

sends this gift to him in all honour and courtesy, together with the

gold chains of the knights themselves. We shall not have long to wait.

There are fights well-nigh every day, and when these are over there is

a truce of an hour to carry off the wounded and dead."

The young knights thanked Sir Hugh for thus generously supplementing

their own offering in return for their armour, but he waved it aside.

"You saved my life," he said; "or at any rate you saved me from

capture, and had I fallen into their hands methinks that I should have

had to pay a far heavier ransom before they let me out again."

Two days later there was heavy fighting again and much loss on both

sides. It ceased as usual without any advantage being won by the

besiegers. The fighting ended soon after mid-day, and at one o'clock

the trumpet sounded a truce. Sir Hugh mounted, with his two knights,

saying to Edgar: "It were perhaps best that you should not ride with

me. 'Tis likely that the townsmen still think that you are in

Beaulieu's house, and were it known that you had escaped it might bring

trouble upon him and the two knights who aided your escape from the

wall."

He took with him a pursuivant and trumpeter, and, riding through the

English and Flemish men-at-arms, who were already engaged in carrying

away the dead and wounded, he rode up to within a short distance of the

wall, then the pursuivant and trumpeter advanced to the edge of the

moat, and the latter blew a loud blast.

In a short time a knight appeared on the wall, and the pursuivant cried

in a loud voice:

"Sir Hugh Calverley, a valiant and puissant knight of England, desires

speech with Sir Robert De Beaulieu, a brave and gentle knight of

Flanders."

"I am Sir Robert De Beaulieu. Pray tell Sir Hugh Calverley to do me the

courtesy to wait for me a quarter of an hour, and I will then issue

forth and speak to him."

At the end of that time Sir Robert rode out, and crossed the bridge

which had been lowered across the ditch for the passage of the soldiers

engaged in collecting the dead. He was followed by two esquires and

four men-at-arms, the latter bearing something behind them on their

horses. The two knights saluted each other courteously, and Sir Hugh

introduced his two companions to Sir Robert.

"I am glad, indeed," the latter said to Calverley, "thus to have the

opportunity of meeting one of the most famous knights in Europe. My

men-at-arms are bearers of the armour of Sir Edgar Ormskirk and Sir

Albert De Courcy, who are, I believe, knights riding in your train. I

promised them that I would send the armour on the first opportunity,

and am glad indeed that the occasion has come so speedily."

He and Sir Hugh had both dismounted after saluting each other, and the

latter held out his mailed hand to the Fleming.

"Sir Robert De Beaulieu," he said, "I have heard of you as a brave and

honourable knight, and you have in this matter proved yourself to be a

chivalrous and generous one in thus rendering up the spoil fairly won

by you, without ransom; but it is not our custom to be outdone in

generosity. The armour is of no ordinary value, and, as these knights

of mine were made prisoners while covering my removal when insensible

and helpless, I feel that the debt is mine as well as theirs. They have

begged me to give you these two chains, both, as you see, of value, and

of the best Italian work. To these I add, as a token of my esteem for

you, this casket, which was given to me by Don Pedro of Spain when I

rode with the Black Prince to aid him in his struggle with Don Henry.

As you will see by the parchment attached to the casket, it contains a

nail of the true cross, brought from Palestine by a Spanish grandee who

was knight commander of the Spanish branch of the Knights Templar. I

pray you to accept it, not as part of the ransom for my knights'

armour, but as a proof of my esteem for one who has shown himself a

flower of knightly courtesy."

"It would be churlish, Sir Hugh Calverley, for me to refuse so noble a

gift thus courteously tendered. I shall prize it beyond any in my

possession, not only for its own value and holiness, but as the gift of

so noble and famous a knight. As to the chains, I pray you to return

them to your brave young knights. Never did I see men who bore

themselves more gallantly, and Sir Edgar, especially, withstood with

honour a score of us for some time, and at last he yielded, not because

he was conquered, but to save further bloodshed. They are young, and

may, like enough, some day be again made prisoners. In that case they

may find the chains, which are of singular beauty, of value to them;

therefore, I pray you, hand them back to them again as a token of how

warmly I appreciate their bravery and conduct."

"Right gladly will I do so. As you put it in that way, Sir Robert, they

will appreciate the gift as much as I do, and, as you say, maybe the

chains will be useful to them some day, for they are not of those who

battle for spoil, and, like myself, have refused all share in that

which the army has taken in Flanders, holding that we had no cause of

dispute with your people, and that our assault upon them was unfairly

and unjustly made."

After some more compliments had been exchanged, the two knights grasped

each other's hands courteously, remounted, and then saluting again,

rode off. While the conversation had been going on, Sir Robert's

men-at-arms had handed over the armour to the three retainers who had

ridden behind Sir Hugh and his two knights.

Edgar and Albert were delighted at regaining their armour. It would

have been impossible for them to have replaced the harness by similar

suits, and, moreover, they felt that they would have been humiliated

had they, on their return to England, been obliged to confess to Sir

Robert Gaiton that they had lost the splendid presents that he had

given them. They were less pleased at the return of their chains, but

Sir Hugh assured them that it would be an act of discourtesy were they

to send them back to De Beaulieu.

There was now nothing to detain them longer in the camp, and taking

leave of Sir Hugh, they started the next morning, with Hal Carter and

the other surviving retainers, and rode by easy stages to Gravelines,

where they took ship for Dover. Instead of riding directly home, they

journeyed to London, as they were bearers of a letter from Sir Hugh

Calverley to the council, and one also to the king. The latter received

them with marked pleasure.

"What! back from the wars, sir knights?" he said, as they handed him

Sir Hugh's letter. "Surely Calverley might have chosen as his

messengers some whose swords could have been better spared."

"We were chosen, your Majesty, because we had the misfortune to be

taken prisoners at Ypres, and it was a condition of our release that we

should take no further part in the campaign, and as we were returning

in consequence, Sir Hugh committed to us this letter to yourself, and

one to the council."

"Prisoners!" the king said, with a laugh; "that you had got yourselves

killed would not have surprised me, but that you should surrender never

entered my mind."

The two young knights coloured.

"It cannot be said that Sir Albert surrendered," Edgar said, "seeing

that he was insensible from his wounds. As for myself, your Majesty, as

I and one of my men-at-arms stood alone on the walls of Ypres

surrounded by foes, I trust that your Majesty will see that it was

wiser for me to yield, and so to have the opportunity of fighting again

some day under your royal banner, than to give away my life uselessly."

"Assuredly, assuredly," the young king said, hastily. "I did but jest,

Sir Edgar, for I know that so long as a chance of victory remained, you

would not lower your sword. However, let me see what the stout knight

says. I know already that he does not approve of the way in which the

war is being carried on; and, indeed, had we thought that the

headstrong bishop would have disregarded Sir Hugh's counsel and

embroiled us with the Flemings, whom we regard as our allies, we should

not have placed him at the head of the army, for though it is but, as

the bishop maintains, a church army, and not an English army, Europe

will assuredly hold us responsible for its doings."

He cut with his dagger the silk that bound the roll of parchment

together.

The king read the letter carefully, and when he concluded said:

"Truly, young sirs, you have borne yourselves right gallantly and well;

Sir Hugh Calverley speaks strongly indeed in your favour, and says that

he owes his freedom if not his life to you. And now, tell me, think you

that Ypres will be taken?"

"I fear not, your Majesty," Edgar said. "I thought that the siege of

Oudenarde was worse conducted than anything I had ever read of, but the

siege of Ypres is to the full as faulty. The place is strong and

stoutly defended, and it can only be taken by regular works erected

against it and machines placed to batter a breach. Nothing of this sort

has been attempted. The troops march valiantly against the walls, but

they throw away their lives in vain; and if, as is said, the French

king is marching to its assistance with a strong army, there will be

naught for us but to retreat to the ports unless strong aid arrives

from England."

"But the bishop has some eight thousand Englishmen and twenty thousand

Ghentois," the king said. "Surely we might fight and win, as our

grandfathers did at Crécy."

"Yes, sire; but the English army at Crécy was commanded by a king, and

was composed of good fighting men, with a great number of knights and

nobles to lead them. The army in Flanders is commanded by a bishop, and

there are many of the men who have gone over for the sake of plunder,

and they will make but a poor stand in battle."

"My uncle of Lancaster has gathered a large force, and is ready to

cross over to their aid," the king said.

"So we have heard by the way, sire, and if he joins the bishop all may

be well, for his authority would be paramount, but at present he has

not crossed, and unless he arrives before the King of France, things

will assuredly go badly with the bishop."

"I have no doubt that Sir Hugh has set forth these matters in his

letter to the council," the king said, "but assuredly Lancaster should

be there in time. And now, tell me how you made your escape from Ypres."

Edgar related the circumstances.

"Your captor was an honourable gentleman," the king said, "and it is

well that you escaped, for these Flemish burghers are masterful men and

might well have murdered you. I must now to the council; I have

summoned it to assemble. Have you been home yet?"

"No, sire. Our first duty was to bring you the letters, but, with your

permission, we shall ride down into Kent tomorrow."

"Do you know that your friend Van Voorden has again returned to London?

He found that he could do naught in Flanders, which at present is

wholly at the orders of the King of France."

They rode first to Sir Robert Gaiton's house, where, as always, they

were welcomed most warmly, and Albert narrated their adventures in

Flanders, and how they still owned the armour he had given them.

After staying there for some time they went to the house where Van

Voorden was lodging, having obtained his address from Sir Robert

Gaiton. They had not seen him since they had parted from him in Ghent,

a year before.

"I thought you intended to settle in Flanders, Mynheer," Edgar said,

after the first greetings were over.

"I hoped to do so, and after I left Antwerp I went to Louvain and took

a house there, but when the King of France defeated and killed Van

Artevelde, and all Flanders save Ghent came under his power, the

country was no longer safe for me. It was known, of course, that I was

for many years here, and that I had done all in my power to effect a

league between Ghent and England, so three months ago I crossed hither,

leaving my wife and daughter at Louvain. I stopped for a short time at

Ghent, and had much to do with bringing it about that Ghent should send

an army to assist the English; but I fear that the doings of the

bishop's troops--the sacking of towns by them--has so set the Flemings

against England that there is no hope of a general alliance being made

with Flanders.

"There were other things for which I wished to come over. I had hoped

to return before this, but matters seem to be going on but badly, and

if the King of France and his army defeat or drive out the bishop, his

power will be greater than ever in Flanders, and in that case I shall

send for my wife and daughter to come over again, and establish myself

here finally."

On taking leave of them he handed a wooden box to each, saying:

"I pray you not to open these until you reach home."

The next day Edgar and Albert rode down into Kent. Great was the

surprise that their presence excited when they arrived at De Courcy's

castle. Aline ran down into the courtyard and embraced her brother

warmly, and then, as was the custom, held up her cheek to be kissed by

Edgar.

"What, tired of the wars already?" she said, laughing. "Or have you

killed all your enemies? or how is it that you are here?"

"We have been prisoners, Aline," her brother said, "and have been bound

to take no farther part in the war."

"Prisoners!" she repeated; "you are joking with me, Albert. Surely you

and Edgar would never have surrendered unharmed?"

"Nor did we, Aline. I was cut down and stunned by the blow of a mace,

and was lying insensible."

"And what was Edgar doing?" she asked, looking reproachfully at him.

"Edgar was not near me when I was struck down, Aline, but no sooner did

I fall than he, with his man-at-arms, Hal Carter, stood over me and

kept at bay a host of knights and soldiers, and slew so many that they

were glad at last to give him terms of surrender."

The girl's face flushed, and she would have spoken had not Sir Ralph

and her mother at that moment issued from the door.

"Why! what brings you home, lads?" Sir Ralph asked, heartily.

"They have been taken prisoners, father," Aline interposed, "and Albert

has been wounded, and they have both been obliged to give their parole

not to serve again through the war."

"That is bad news indeed," the knight said. "It means another farm

gone, and perhaps two, to pay for Albert's ransom. However, it is the

fortune of war. Now come in and tell us all about it; but doubtless you

are both hungry, and the matter will keep till you have dined. The meal

is already on the table. You are not looking much the worse for your

wounds, Albert," his father went on as they seated themselves at table.

"I have been healed of them for the last month, father. I was brought

down by the blow of a mace, which would have finished me had it not

been for the good work put into my helmet by the Milanese armourer.

Also I had a wound on the neck, but fortunately it was not very deep."

"And did you come out of it scatheless, Edgar?"

"Nearly scatheless, for I knew not that I had been wounded until the

fight was over, and it was but a pike thrust that entered at the

shoulder-joint and cut the flesh thence to the neck. It was but an

affair of a bandage and a bit of plaster. The only one seriously hurt

was Hal Carter--it was some three weeks before he began to mend. He had

half a dozen wounds. Another of my men was killed and two of Albert's."

"Now let us hear all about it," Sir Ralph said when the meal was over;

"that you bore yourselves well I have no doubt, but I would fain hear

the details of the matter."

Albert told the whole story of the assault and the escape, interrupted

by Edgar, who protested that Albert was always belittling his own

doings, and giving him credit when everything had been done equally by

them both.

"You blame Albert unjustly, Edgar," Sir Ralph said when the story was

concluded. "Albert has behaved well, but he has neither your strength,

your skill, nor your quickness. It was you who thought of carrying the

broken ladder to another spot, and so taking the besieged on the wall

by surprise, and you were the first to mount it. It was you who, when

you saw that the case had become altogether hopeless, ordered the

soldiers to save themselves, while you held the enemy at bay. Albert

would like enough have been killed, had you not so stoutly defended him

that they gave terms of surrender to you both. You, again, had the idea

of making your escape along the roofs, and took the lead in it. There

is all credit due to Albert that he well seconded you, but it was you

who led. Again, it is probable that neither he nor your man-at-arms

would have been able to cross those half-frozen ditches, had you not

first broken the ice for them and then dragged them over. You have done

wonders for Albert, but you could not accomplish miracles. You have

transformed him from a weakling into a brave young knight, of whom I am

proud, but you cannot give him your strength or your quickness. If you

go on as you have began, Edgar, you will become a famous captain. He

will remain, and will be content to remain, your companion and

lieutenant. What have you in those boxes that were strapped behind your

saddles?"

"I know not, Sir Ralph," Albert said. "They were given to us by Mynheer

Van Voorden, and he charged us not to open them until we arrived here."

"It is a mystery, then!" Aline exclaimed. "Let us send for them and

open them at once. I am glad one of the boxes was not given to me to

take care of, for I am afraid I should never have had the patience to

wait until I arrived here before opening it."

Sir Ralph ordered the boxes to be brought in. "They are light enough,"

he said, "and I should judge from their weight that they contain papers

of some sort. Open yours first, Albert."

They were fastened by three skeins of silk, the Fleming's seal being

affixed to the knots.

"Cut them, Albert!" Aline exclaimed, as her brother proceeded to break

the seals and untie the knots.

"No, no," he said; "silk is not to be picked up on the wayside, and it

will be little trouble to undo them."

Indeed, in a minute he had unfastened the knots and raised the lid. At

the top lay a piece of paper, on which was written, _A slight testimony

of gratitude for inestimable services rendered to yours gratefully,

John Van Voorden_. Underneath was a roll of parchment.

"What have we here?" Sir Ralph said. Albert ran his eye over the

crabbed black-letter writing, and gave an exclamation of surprise.

"Now, then, Albert," Aline exclaimed, impatiently, "don't keep it all

to yourself. We are burning to know what it is all about!"

Albert made no reply, but continued to read. "It is an assignment to

me," he said, at last, in a low and agitated voice, "of the lands,

castle, messuages, tenements, etc., of Cliffe."

Sir Ralph leapt to his feet. "A princely gift, Albert! The lands are

four times as large as mine, and as I have heard, a fair castle has

been rising there for months past. Art sure that there is no mistake?"

"There can be no mistake in the deed, father; but can I accept such a

gift at the hands of the Fleming?"

"That you can, my son, and without any hesitation. Van Voorden is known

to be the richest Fleming in England. He has on various occasions lent

vast sums to the king and council, and noble as the gift is, it is one

that he can doubtless well afford. You have saved the lives of himself,

his wife, and daughter, and he may well feel grateful. He told me when

he gave you that suit of armour that it was no recognition of what he

felt he owed you, and that he hoped in the future to discharge the debt

more worthily. Now, Edgar, let us see what is in your box."

Edgar had been quietly untying the knots of the silk, and the box was

already open. The words on the top were similar to those in Albert's

box.

"Please read it, Albert," he said, handing over the parchment. "You can

decipher the characters better than I can." Albert read it through to

himself.

"'Tis similar to mine," he said, "and assigns you the land, manors, the

castle, and all rights and privileges thereto appertaining of the

hundred of Hoo."

"Bravo, bravo!" Sir Ralph exclaimed. "Another noble gift, and fully

equal to that of Albert. This Fleming is a very prince. I congratulate

you, Edgar, with all my heart. I had heard that Sir John Evesham had

sold his estates, which comprise the whole hundred of Hoo, a year

since, in order to live at Court, but none seemed to know who was the

purchaser. I heard, too, that a large number of men had been employed

in building a castle on the heights looking down the Medway past Upnor

to Chatham. Why, lads, if you ever win to the rank of knight banneret,

you will have land enough to support the dignity, and to take the field

with two or three knights and a fair following of men-at-arms in your

train. I have gained good sums for the ransom of prisoners, but I never

had the luck to save the life of a Flemish merchant and his family."

"It seems well-nigh impossible," Edgar said.

"You must remember, Edgar, that these rich Flemings are the bankers of

half the princes in Europe. You, who have been in their houses, know

that they live in comfort and luxury such as none of our nobles

possess. They could find the money for a king's ransom, or pay

beforehand the taxes of a country. If a king can grant estates like

these to his favourites, and not only the king, but many of our nobles

can do so, it is not strange that one of the richest of these Flemings

should make such gifts to those who have saved his life without feeling

that he has in any way overpaid the service."

"I must be riding on now," Edgar said, "to carry this wonderful news to

my father."

While they had been dining, Hal Carter had been getting a hearty meal

in the kitchen, where he and Albert's two retainers were surrounded by

all the men-at-arms, who were anxious to hear the details of the

expedition. When Edgar sent down for his horse, Sir Ralph went down

with him to the courtyard, and as Hal brought the horses round, the old

knight put his hand upon his shoulder.

"My brave fellow," he said, "I have heard how you stood with your

master across my son's body, and how doughtily you fought. Do not

forget that I am your debtor, but for the present I can only say that I

thank you for the part you played."

"It would have been strange, indeed, Sir Ralph, had I not hit my

hardest, for my own life depended upon it, and it was not like that I

should draw back a foot when Sir Albert, whom I love only next to my

master, was lying there; but, indeed, it was a right merry fight, the

only one that came up to my expectations of what a stiffly fought

_mêlée_ would be. I would not have missed it for anything."

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