THE TOURNAMENT

_By_ SIR WALTER SCOTT

NOTE.--Scott's _Ivanhoe_, from which this account of _The

Tournament_ is taken, belongs to the class of books known as

historical novels. Such a book does not necessarily have as the

center of its plot an historical incident, nor does it necessarily

have an historical character as hero or heroine; it does, however,

introduce historic scenes or historic people, or both. In

_Ivanhoe_, the events of which take place in England in the twelfth

century, during the reign of Richard I, both the king and his

brother John appear, though they are by no means the chief

characters. The great movements known as the Crusades, while they

are frequently mentioned and give a sort of an atmosphere to the

book, do not influence the plot directly.

_Ivanhoe_ does much more, however, than introduce us casually to

Richard and John; it gives us a striking picture of customs and

manners in the twelfth century. The story is not made to halt for

long descriptions, but the events themselves and their settings are

so brought before us that we have much clearer pictures of them

than hours of reading in histories and encyclopedias could give us.

This account of a tournament, for instance, while it lets us see

all the gorgeousness that was a part of such pageants, does not

fail to give us also the cruel, brutal side.

The poor as well as the rich, the vulgar as well as the noble, in the

event of a tournament, which was the grand spectacle of that age, felt

as much interested as the half-starved citizen of Madrid, who has not a

real left to buy provisions for his family, feels in the issue of a

bull-fight. Neither duty nor infirmity could keep youth or age from such

exhibitions. The passage of arms, as it was called, which was to take

place at Ashby, in the county of Leicester, as champions of the first

renown were to take the field in the presence of Prince John himself,

who was expected to grace the lists, had attracted universal attention,

and an immense confluence of persons of all ranks hastened upon the

appointed morning to the place of combat.

The scene was singularly romantic. On the verge of a wood near Ashby,

was an extensive meadow of the finest and most beautiful green turf,

surrounded on one side by the forest, and fringed on the other by

straggling oak trees, some of which had grown to an immense size. The

ground, as if fashioned on purpose for the martial display which was

intended, sloped gradually down on all sides to a level bottom, which

was enclosed for the lists with strong palisades, forming a space of a

quarter of a mile in length, and about half as broad. The form of the

enclosure was an oblong square, save that the corners were considerably

rounded off, in order to afford more convenience for the spectators. The

openings for the entry of the combatants were at the northern and

southern extremities of the lists, accessible by strong wooden gates,

each wide enough to admit two horsemen riding abreast. At each of these

portals were stationed two heralds, attended by six trumpets, as many

pursuivants,[39-1] and a strong body of men-at-arms, for maintaining

order, and ascertaining the quality of the knights who proposed to

engage in this martial game.

On a platform beyond the southern entrance, formed by a natural

elevation of the ground, were pitched five magnificent pavilions,

adorned with pennons of russet and black, the chosen colors of the five

knights challengers. The cords of the tents were of the same color.

Before each pavilion was suspended the shield of the knight by whom it

was occupied, and beside it stood his squire, quaintly disguised as a

salvage[40-2] or silvan man, or in some other fantastic dress, according

to the taste of his master and the character he was pleased to assume

during the game. The central pavilion, as the place of honor, had been

assigned to Brian de Bois-Guilbert, whose renown in all games of

chivalry, no less than his connection with the knights who had

undertaken this passage of arms, had occasioned him to be eagerly

received into the company of challengers, and even adopted as their

chief and leader, though he had so recently joined them. On one side of

his tent were pitched those of Reginald Front-de-Boeuf and Richard

(Philip) de Malvoisin, and on the other was the pavilion of Hugh de

Grantmesnil, a noble baron in the vicinity, whose ancestor had been Lord

High Steward of England in the time of the Conqueror and his son William

Rufus. Ralph de Vipont, a knight of Saint John of Jerusalem, who had

some ancient possessions at a place called Heather, near

Ashby-de-la-Zouche, occupied the fifth pavilion.

From the entrance into the lists a gently sloping passage, ten yards in

breadth, led up to the platform on which the tents were pitched. It was

strongly secured by a palisade on each side, as was the esplanade in

front of the pavilions, and the whole was guarded by men-at-arms.

The northern access to the lists terminated in a similar entrance of

thirty feet in breadth, at the extremity of which was a large enclosed

space for such knights as might be disposed to enter the lists with the

challengers, behind which were placed tents containing refreshments of

every kind for their accommodation, with armorers, farriers, and other

attendants, in readiness to give their services wherever they might be

necessary.

[Illustration: THRONG GOING TO THE LISTS]

The exterior of the lists was in part occupied by temporary galleries,

spread with tapestries and carpets, and accommodated with cushions for

the convenience of those ladies and nobles who were expected to attend

the tournament. A narrow space between these galleries and the lists

gave accommodation for yeomanry and spectators of a better degree than

the mere vulgar, and might be compared to the pit of a theatre. The

promiscuous multitude arranged themselves upon large banks of turf

prepared for the purpose, which, aided by the natural elevation of the

ground, enabled them to overlook the galleries, and obtain a fair view

into the lists. Besides the accommodation which these stations afforded,

many hundred had perched themselves on the branches of the trees which

surrounded the meadow; and even the steeple of a country church, at some

distance, was crowded with spectators.

It only remains to notice respecting the general arrangement, that one

gallery in the very centre of the eastern side of the lists, and

consequently exactly opposite to the spot where the shock of the combat

was to take place, was raised higher than the others, more richly

decorated, and graced by a sort of throne and canopy, on which the royal

arms were emblazoned. Squires, pages, and yeomen in rich liveries waited

around this place of honor, which was designed for Prince John and his

attendants. Opposite to this royal gallery was another, elevated to the

same height, on the western side of the lists; and more gayly, if less

sumptuously, decorated than that destined for the Prince himself. A

train of pages and of young maidens, the most beautiful who could be

selected, gayly dressed in fancy habits of green and pink, surrounded a

throne decorated in the same colors; Among pennons and flags, bearing

wounded hearts, burning hearts, bleeding hearts, bows and quivers, and

all the commonplace emblems of the triumphs of Cupid, a blazoned

inscription informed the spectators that this seat of honor was designed

for _La Royne de la Beaute et des Amours_. But who was to represent the

Queen of Beauty and of Love on the present occasion no one was prepared

to guess.

Meanwhile, spectators of every description thronged forward to occupy

their respective stations, and not without many quarrels concerning

those which they were entitled to hold. Some of these were settled by

the men-at-arms with brief ceremony; the shafts of their battle-axes and

pummels of their swords being readily employed as arguments to convince

the more refractory. Others, which involved the rival claims of more

elevated persons, were determined by the heralds, or by the two marshals

of the field, William de Wyvil and Stephen de Martival, who, armed at

all points, rode up and down the lists to enforce and preserve good

order among the spectators.

Gradually the galleries became filled with knights and nobles, in their

robes of peace, whose long and rich-tinted mantles were contrasted with

the gayer and more splendid habits of the ladies, who, in a greater

proportion than even the men themselves, thronged to witness a sport

which one would have thought too bloody and dangerous to afford their

sex much pleasure. The lower and interior space was soon filled by

substantial yeomen and burghers, and such of the lesser gentry as, from

modesty, poverty, or dubious title, durst not assume any higher place.

It was of course amongst these that the most frequent disputes for

precedence occurred.

Suddenly the attention of every one was called to the entrance of Prince

John, who at that moment entered the lists, attended by a numerous and

gay train, consisting partly of laymen, partly of church-men, as light

in their dress, and as gay in their demeanor, as their companions. Among

the latter was the Prior of Jorvaulx, in the most gallant trim which a

dignitary of the church could venture to exhibit. Fur and gold were not

spared in his garments; and the points of his boots turned up so very

far as to be attached not to his knees merely, but to his very girdle,

and effectually prevented him from putting his foot into the stirrup.

This, however, was a slight inconvenience to the gallant Abbot, who,

perhaps even rejoicing in the opportunity to display his accomplished

horsemanship before so many spectators, especially of the fair sex,

dispensed with the use of these supports to a timid rider. The rest of

Prince John's retinue consisted of the favorite leaders of his mercenary

troops, some marauding barons and profligate attendants upon the court,

with several Knights Templars and Knights of Saint John.

Attended by this gallant equipage, himself well mounted, and splendidly

dressed in crimson and in gold, bearing upon his hand a falcon, and

having his head covered by a rich fur bonnet, adorned with a circle of

precious stones, from which his long curled hair escaped and overspread

his shoulders, Prince John, upon a gray and high-mettled palfrey,

caracoled within the lists at the head of his jovial party, laughing

loud with his train, and eyeing with all the boldness of royal criticism

the beauties who adorned the lofty galleries.

In the midst of Prince John's cavalcade, he suddenly stopped, and,

appealing to the Prior of Jorvaulx, declared the principal business of

the day had been forgotten.

"By my halidom," said he, "we have neglected, Sir Prior, to name the

fair Sovereign of Love and of Beauty, by whose white hand the palm is to

be distributed. For my part, I am liberal in my ideas, and I care not if

I give my vote for the black-eyed Rebecca."

"Holy Virgin," answered the Prior, turning up his eyes in horror, "a

Jewess! We should deserve to be stoned out of the lists; and I am not

yet old enough to be a martyr. Besides, I swear by my patron saint that

she is far inferior to the lovely Saxon, Rowena."

From the tone in which this was spoken, John saw the necessity of

acquiescence. "I did but jest," he said; "and you turn upon me like an

adder! Name whom you will, in the fiend's name, and please yourselves."

"Nay, nay," said De Bracy, "let the fair sovereign's throne remain

unoccupied until the conqueror shall be named, and then let him choose

the lady by whom it shall be filled. It will add another grace to his

triumph, and teach fair ladies to prize the love of valiant knights, who

can exalt them to such distinction."

"If Brian de Bois-Guilbert gain the prize," said the Prior, "I will gage

my rosary that I name the Sovereign of Love and Beauty."

"Bois-Guilbert," answered De Bracy, "is a good lance; but there are

others around these lists, Sir Prior, who will not fear to encounter

him."

"Silence, sirs," said Waldemar, "and let the Prince assume his seat. The

knights and spectators are alike impatient, the time advances, and

highly fit it is that the sports should commence."

Prince John, though not yet a monarch, had in Waldemar Fitzurse all the

inconveniences of a favorite minister, who, in serving his sovereign,

must always do so in his own way. The Prince acquiesced, however,

although his disposition was precisely of that kind which is apt to be

obstinate upon trifles, and, assuming his throne, and being surrounded

by his followers, gave signal to the heralds to proclaim the laws of the

tournament, which were briefly as follows:

First, the five challengers were to undertake all comers.

Secondly, any knight proposing to combat might, if he pleased, select a

special antagonist from among the challengers, by touching his shield.

If he did so with the reverse of his lance, the trial of skill was made

with what were called the arms of courtesy, that is, with lances at

whose extremity a piece of round flat board was fixed, so that no danger

was encountered, save from the shock of the horses and riders. But if

the shield was touched with the sharp end of the lance, the combat was

understood to be at _outrance_,[46-3] that is, the knights were to fight

with sharp weapons, as in actual battle.

Thirdly, when the knights present had accomplished their vow, by each of

them breaking five lances, the Prince was to declare the victor in the

first day's tourney, who should receive as prize a war-horse of

exquisite beauty and matchless strength; and in addition to this reward

of valor, it was now declared, he should have the peculiar honor of

naming the Queen of Love and Beauty, by whom the prize should be given

on the ensuing day.

Fourthly, it was announced that, on the second day, there should be a

general tournament, in which all the knights present, who were desirous

to win praise, might take part; and being divided into two bands, of

equal numbers, might fight it out manfully until the signal was given by

Prince John to cease the combat. The elected Queen of Love and Beauty

was then to crown the knight, whom the Prince should adjudge to have

borne himself best in this second day, with a coronet composed of thin

gold plate, cut into the shape of a laurel crown. On this second day the

knightly games ceased. But on that which was to follow, feats of

archery, of bull-baiting, and other popular amusements were to be

practiced, for the more immediate amusement of the populace. In this

manner did Prince John endeavor to lay the foundation of a popularity

which he was perpetually throwing down by some inconsiderate act of

wanton aggression upon the feelings and prejudices of the people.

The lists now presented a most splendid spectacle. The sloping galleries

were crowded with all that was noble, great, wealthy, and beautiful in

the northern and midland parts of England; and the contrast of the

various dresses of these dignified spectators rendered the view as gay

as it was rich, while the interior and lower space, filled with the

substantial burgesses and yeomen of merry England, formed, in their more

plain attire, a dark fringe, or border, around this circle of brilliant

embroidery, relieving, and at the same time setting off, its splendor.

The heralds finished their proclamation with their usual cry of

"Largesse,[48-4] largesse, gallant knights!" and gold and silver pieces

were showered on them from the galleries, it being a high point of

chivalry to exhibit liberality toward those whom the age accounted at

once the secretaries and historians of honor. The bounty of the

spectators was acknowledged by the customary shouts of "Love of

ladies--Death of champions--Honor to the generous--Glory to the brave!"

To which the more humble spectators added their acclamations, and a

numerous band of trumpeters the flourish of their martial instruments.

When these sounds had ceased, the heralds withdrew from the lists in gay

and glittering procession, and none remained within them save the

marshals of the field, who, armed cap-à-pie, sat on horseback,

motionless as statues, at the opposite ends of the lists. Meantime, the

inclosed space at the northern extremity of the lists, large as it was,

was now completely crowded with knights desirous to prove their skill

against the challengers, and, when viewed from the galleries, presented

the appearance of a sea of waving plumage, intermixed with glistening

helmets and tall lances, to the extremities of which were, in many

cases, attached small pennons of about a span's breadth, which,

fluttering in the air as the breeze caught them, joined with the

restless motion of the feathers to add liveliness to the scene.

At length the barriers were opened, and five knights, chosen by lot,

advanced slowly into the area; a single champion riding in front, and

the other four following in pairs. All were splendidly armed, and my

Saxon authority (in the Wardour Manuscript) records at great length

their devices, their colors, and the embroidery of their horse

trappings. It is unnecessary to be particular on these subjects.

Their escutcheons have long mouldered from the walls of their castles.

Their castles themselves are but green mounds and shattered ruins: the

place that once knew them, knows them no more--nay, many a race since

theirs has died out and been forgotten in the very land which they

occupied with all the authority of feudal proprietors and feudal lords.

What, then, would it avail the reader to know their names, or the

evanescent symbols of their martial rank?

Now, however, no whit anticipating the oblivion which awaited their

names and feats, the champions advanced through the lists, restraining

their fiery steeds, and compelling them to move slowly, while, at the

same time, they exhibited their paces, together with the grace and

dexterity of the riders. As the procession entered the lists, the sound

of a wild barbaric music was heard from behind the tents of the

challengers, where the performers were concealed. It was of Eastern

origin, having been brought from the Holy Land; and the mixture of the

cymbals and bells seemed to bid welcome at once, and defiance, to the

knights as they advanced. With the eyes of an immense concourse of

spectators fixed upon them, the five Knights advanced up the platform

upon which the tents of the challengers stood, and there separating

themselves, each touched slightly, and with the reverse of his lance,

the shield of the antagonist to whom he wished to oppose himself. The

lower order of spectators in general--nay, many of the higher class, and

it is even said several of the ladies--were rather disappointed at the

champions choosing the arms of courtesy. For the same sort of persons

who, in the present day, applaud most highly the deepest tragedies were

then interested in a tournament exactly in proportion to the danger

incurred by the champions engaged.

Having intimated their more pacific purpose, the champions retreated to

the extremity of the lists, where they remained drawn up in a line;

while the challengers, sallying each from his pavilion, mounted their

horses, and, headed by Brian de Bois-Guilbert, descended from the

platform and opposed themselves individually to the knights who had

touched their respective shields.

At the flourish of clarions and trumpets, they started out against each

other at full gallop; and such was the superior dexterity or good

fortune of the challengers, that those opposed to Bois-Guilbert,

Malvoisin, and Front-de-Boeuf rolled on the ground. The antagonist of

Grantmesnil, instead of bearing his lance-point fair against the crest

or the shield of his enemy, swerved so much from the direct line as to

break the weapon athwart the person of his opponent--a circumstance

which was accounted more disgraceful than that of being actually

unhorsed, because the latter might happen from accident, whereas the

former evinced awkwardness and want of management of the weapon and of

the horse. The fifth knight alone maintained the honor of his party, and

parted fairly with the Knight of Saint John, both splintering their

lances without advantage on either side.

The shouts of the multitude, together with the acclamations of the

heralds and the clangor of the trumpets, announced the triumph of the

victors and the defeat of the vanquished. The former retreated to their

pavilions, and the latter, gathering themselves up as they could,

withdrew from the lists in disgrace and dejection, to agree with their

victors concerning the redemption of their arms and their horses, which,

according to the laws of the tournament, they had forfeited. The fifth

of their number alone tarried in the lists long enough to be greeted by

the applauses of the spectators, among whom he retreated, to the

aggravation, doubtless, of his companions' mortification.

A second and a third party of knights took the field; and although they

had various success, yet, upon the whole, the advantage decidedly

remained with the challengers, not one of them whom lost his seat or

swerved from his charge--misfortunes which befell one or two of their

antagonists in each encounter. The spirits, therefore, of those opposed

to them seemed to be considerably damped by their continued success.

Three knights only appeared on the fourth entry, who, avoiding the

shields of Bois-Guilbert and Front-de-Boeuf, contented themselves with

touching those of the three other knights who had not altogether

manifested the same strength and dexterity. This politic selection did

not alter the fortune of the field: the challengers were still

successful. One of their antagonists was overthrown; and both the others

failed in the _attaint_, that is, in striking the helmet and shield of

their antagonist firmly and strongly, with the lance held in a direct

line, so that the weapon might break unless the champion was overthrown.

After this fourth encounter, there was a considerable pause; nor did it

appear that any one was very desirous of renewing the contest. The

spectators murmured among themselves; for, among the challengers,

Malvoisin and Front-de-Boeuf were unpopular from their characters, and

the others, except Grantmesnil, were disliked as strangers and

foreigners.

But none shared the general feeling of dissatisfaction so keenly as

Cedric the Saxon, who saw, in each advantage gained by the Norman

challengers, a repeated triumph over the honor of England. His own

education had taught him no skill in the games of chivalry, although,

with the arms of his Saxon ancestors, he had manifested himself, on many

occasions, a brave and determined soldier.

He looked anxiously to Athelstane, who had learned the accomplishments

of the age, as if desiring that he should make some personal effort to

recover the victory which was passing into the hands of the Templar and

his associates. But, though both stout of heart and strong of person,

Athelstane had a disposition too inert and unambitious to make the

exertions which Cedric seemed to expect from him.

"The day is against England, my lord," said Cedric, in a marked tone;

"are you not tempted to take the lance?"

"I shall tilt to-morrow," answered Athelstane, "in the _mêlée_; it is

not worth while for me to arm myself to-day."

Two things displeased Cedric in this speech. It contained the Norman

word _mêlée_ (to express the general conflict), and it evinced some

indifference to the honor of the country; but it was spoken by

Athelstane, whom he held in such profound respect that he would not

trust himself to canvass his motives or his foibles. Moreover, he had no

time to make any remark, for Wamba thrust in his word, observing, "It

was better, though scarce easier, to be the best man among a hundred

than the best man of two."

Athelstane took the observation as a serious compliment; but Cedric, who

better understood the Jester's meaning, darted at him a severe and

menacing look; and lucky it was for Wamba, perhaps, that the time and

place prevented his receiving, notwithstanding his place and service,

more sensible marks of his master's resentment.

The pause in the tournament was still uninterrupted, excepting by the

voices of the heralds exclaiming--"Love of ladies, splintering of

lances! stand forth, gallant knights, fair eyes look upon your deeds!"

The music also of the challengers breathed from time to time wild bursts

expressive of triumph or defiance, while the clowns[53-5] grudged a

holiday which seemed to pass away in inactivity; and old knights and

nobles lamented in whispers the decay of martial spirit, spoke of the

triumphs of their younger days, but agreed that the land did not now

supply dames of such transcendent beauty as had animated the jousts of

former times. Prince John began to talk to his attendants about making

ready the banquet, and the necessity of adjudging the prize to Brian de

Bois-Guilbert, who had, with a single spear, overthrown two knights and

foiled a third.

At length, as the Saracenic music of the challengers concluded one of

those long and high flourishes with which they had broken the silence of

the lists, it was answered by a solitary trumpet, which breathed a note

of defiance from the northern extremity. All eyes were turned to see the

new champion which these sounds announced, and no sooner were the

barriers opened than he paced into the lists. As far as could be judged

of a man sheathed in armor, the new adventurer did not greatly exceed

the middle size, and seemed to be rather slender than strongly made. His

suit of armor was formed of steel, richly inlaid with gold, and the

device on his shield was a young oak-tree pulled up by the roots, with

the Spanish word _Desdichado_, signifying Disinherited. He was mounted

on a gallant black horse, and as he passed through the lists he

gracefully saluted the Prince and the ladies by lowering his lance. The

dexterity with which he managed his steed, and something of youthful

grace which he displayed in his manner, won him the favor of the

multitude, which some of the lower classes observed by calling out,

"Touch Ralph de Vipont's shield--touch the Hospitaller's shield; he has

the least sure seat, he is your cheapest bargain."

The champion, moving onward amid these well-meant hints, ascended the

platform by the sloping alley which led to it from the lists, and, to

the astonishment of all present, riding straight up to the central

pavilion, struck with the sharp end of his spear the shield of Brian de

Bois-Guilbert until it rang again. All stood astonished at his

presumption, but none more than the redoubted Knight whom he had thus

defied to mortal combat, and who, little expecting so rude a challenge,

was standing carelessly at the door of the pavilion.

"Have you confessed yourself, brother," said the Templar, "and have you

heard mass this morning, that you peril your life so frankly?"

"I am fitter to meet death than thou art," answered the Disinherited

Knight; for by this name the stranger had recorded himself in the books

of the tourney.

"Then take your place in the lists," said Bois-Guilbert, "and look your

last upon the sun; for this night thou shalt sleep in paradise."

"Gramercy for thy courtesy," replied the Disinherited Knight, "and to

requite it, I advise thee to take a fresh horse and a new lance, for by

my honor you will need both."

Having expressed himself thus confidently, he reined his horse backward

down the slope which he had ascended, and compelled him in the same

manner to move backward through the lists, till he reached the northern

extremity, where he remained stationary, in expectation of his

antagonist. This feat of horsemanship again attracted the applause of

the multitude.

However incensed at his adversary for the precautions he recommended,

Brian de Bois-Guilbert did not neglect his advice; for his honor was too

nearly concerned to permit his neglecting any means which might insure

victory over his presumptuous opponent. He changed his horse for a

proved and fresh one of great strength and spirit. He chose a new and

tough spear, lest the wood of the former might have been strained in the

previous encounters he had sustained. Lastly he laid aside his shield,

which had received some little damage, and received another from his

squires. His first had only borne the general device of his order,

representing two knights riding upon one horse, an emblem expressive of

the original humility and poverty of the Templars, qualities which they

had since exchanged for the arrogance and wealth that finally occasioned

their suppression. Bois-Guilbert's new shield bore a raven in full

flight, holding in its claws a skull, and bearing the motto, _Gare le

Corbeau_.[56-6]

When the two champions stood opposed to each other at the two

extremities of the lists, the public expectation was strained to the

highest pitch. Few augured the possibility that the encounter could

terminate well for the Disinherited Knight; yet his courage and

gallantry secured the general good wishes of the spectators.

The trumpets had no sooner given the signal, than the champions vanished

from their posts with the speed of lightning, and closed in the centre

of the lists with the shock of a thunderbolt. The lances burst into

shivers up to the very grasp, and it seemed at the moment that both

knights had fallen, for the shock had made each horse recoil backward

upon its haunches. The address of the riders recovered their steeds by

use of the bridle and spur; and having glared on each other for an

instant with eyes which seemed to flash fire through the bars of their

visors, each made a demi-volte,[57-7] and, retiring to the extremity of

the lists, received a fresh lance from the attendants.

A loud shout from the spectators, waving of scarfs and handkerchiefs,

and general acclamations, attested the interest taken by the spectators

in this encounter--the most equal, as well as the best performed, which

had graced the day. But no sooner had the knights resumed their station

than the clamor of applause was hushed into a silence so deep and so

dead that it seemed the multitude were afraid even to breathe.

A few minutes' pause having been allowed, that the combatants and their

horses might recover breath, Prince John with his truncheon signed to

the trumpets to sound the onset. The champions a second time sprung from

their stations, and closed in the centre of the lists, with the same

speed, the same dexterity, the same violence, but not the same equal

fortune as before.

In this second encounter, the Templar aimed at the centre of his

antagonist's shield, and struck it so fair and forcibly that his spear

went to shivers, and the Disinherited Knight reeled in his saddle. On

the other hand, that champion had, at the beginning of his career,

directed the point of his lance toward Bois-Guilbert's shield, but,

changing his aim almost in the moment of encounter, he addressed it to

the helmet, a mark more difficult to hit, but which, if attained,

rendered the shock more irresistible. Fair and true he hit the Norman on

the visor, where his lance's point kept hold of the bars. Yet, even at

this disadvantage, the Templar sustained his high reputation; and had

not the girths of his saddle burst, he might not have been unhorsed. As

it chanced, however, saddle, horse, and man rolled on the ground under a

cloud of dust.

To extricate himself from the stirrups and fallen steed was to the

Templar scarce the work of a moment; and, stung with madness, both at

his disgrace and at the acclamations with which it was hailed by the

spectators, he drew his sword and waved it in defiance of his conqueror.

The Disinherited Knight sprung from his steed, and also unsheathed his

sword. The marshals of the field, however, spurred their horses between

them, and reminded them that the laws of the tournament did not, on the

present occasion, permit this species of encounter.

"We shall meet again, I trust," said the Templar, casting a resentful

glance at his antagonist; "and where there are none to separate us."

"If we do not," said the Disinherited Knight, "the fault shall not be

mine. On foot or horseback, with spear, with axe, or with sword, I am

alike ready to encounter thee."

More and angrier words would have been exchanged, but the marshals,

crossing their lances between them, compelled them to separate. The

Disinherited Knight returned to his first station, and Bois-Guilbert to

his tent, where he remained for the rest of the day in an agony of

despair.

Without alighting from his horse, the conqueror called for a bowl of

wine, and opening the beaver, or lower part of his helmet, announced

that he quaffed it, "To all true English hearts, and to the confusion

of foreign tyrants." He then commanded his trumpet to sound a defiance

to the challengers, and desired a herald to announce to them that he

should make no election, but was willing to encounter them in the order

in which they pleased to advance against him.

[Illustration: DISINHERITED KNIGHT UNHORSES BRIAN]

The gigantic Front-de-Boeuf, armed in sable armor, was the first who

took the field. He bore on a white shield a black bull's head,[59-8]

half defaced by the numerous encounters which he had undergone, and

bearing the arrogant motto, _Cave, Adsum_.[59-9] Over this champion the

Disinherited Knight obtained a slight but decisive advantage. Both

knights broke their lances fairly, but Front-de-Boeuf, who lost a

stirrup in the encounter, was adjudged to have the disadvantage.

In the stranger's third encounter, with Sir Philip Malvoisin, he was

equally successful; striking that baron so forcibly on the casque that

the laces of the helmet broke, and Malvoisin, only saved from falling by

being unhelmeted, was declared vanquished like his companions.

In his fourth combat, with De Grantmesnil, the Disinherited Knight

showed as much courtesy as he had hitherto evinced courage and

dexterity. De Grantmesnil's horse, which was young and violent, reared

and plunged in the course of the career so as to disturb the rider's

aim, and the stranger, declining to take the advantage which this

accident afforded him, raised his lance, and passing his antagonist

without touching him, wheeled his horse and rode back again to his own

end of the lists, offering his antagonist, by a herald, the chance of a

second encounter. This De Grantmesnil declined, avow himself vanquished

as much by the courtesy as by the address of his opponent.

Ralph de Vipont summed up the list of the stranger's triumphs, being

hurled to the ground with such force that the blood gushed from his nose

and his mouth, and he was borne senseless from the lists.

The acclamations of thousands applauded the unanimous award of the

Prince and marshals, announcing that day's honors to the Disinherited

Knight.

William de Wyvil and Stephen de Martival, the marshals of the field,

were the first to offer their congratulations to the victor, praying

him, at the same time, to suffer his helmet to be unlaced, or, at least,

that he would raise his visor ere they conducted him to receive the

prize of the day's tourney from the hands of Prince John. The

Disinherited Knight, with all knightly courtesy, declined their request,

alleging, that he could not at this time suffer his face to be seen, for

reasons which he had assigned to the heralds when he entered the lists.

The marshals were perfectly satisfied by this reply; for amid the

frequent and capricious vows by which knights were accustomed to bind

themselves in the days of chivalry, there were none more common than

those by which they engaged to remain incognito for a certain space, or

until some particular adventure was achieved. The marshals, therefore,

pressed no further into the mystery of the Disinherited Knight, but,

announcing to Prince John the conqueror's desire to remain unknown, they

requested permission to bring him before his Grace, in order that he

might receive the reward of his valor.

John's curiosity was excited by the mystery observed by the stranger;

and, being already displeased with the issue of the tournament, in which

the challengers whom he favored had been successively defeated by one

knight, he answered haughtily to the marshals, "By the light of Our

Lady's brow, this same knight hath been disinherited as well of his

courtesy as of his lands, since he desires to appear before us without

uncovering his face. Wot ye, my lords," he said, turning round to his

train, "who this gallant can be that bears himself thus proudly?"

"I cannot guess," answered De Bracy, "nor did I think there had been

within the four seas that girth Britain a champion that could bear down

these five knights in one day's jousting. By my faith, I shall never

forget the force with which he shocked De Vipont. The poor

Hospitaller[62-10] was hurled from his saddle like a stone from a

sling."

"Boast not of that," said a Knight of Saint John, who was present; "your

Temple champion had no better luck. I saw your brave lance,

Bois-Guilbert, roll thrice over, grasping his hands full of sand at

every turn."

De Bracy, being attached to the Templars, would have replied, but was

prevented by Prince John. "Silence, sirs!" he said; "what unprofitable

debate have we here?"

"The victor," said De Wyvil, "still waits the pleasure of your

Highness."

"It is our pleasure," answered John, "that he do so wait until we learn

whether there is not some one who can at least guess at his name and

quality. Should he remain there till nightfall, he has had work enough

to keep him warm."

"Your Grace," said Waldemar Fitzurse, "will do less than due honor to

the victor if you compel him to wait till we tell your Highness that

which we cannot know; at least I can form no guess--unless he be one of

the good lances who accompanied King Richard to Palestine, and who are

now straggling homeward from the Holy Land."

While he was yet speaking, the marshals brought forward the Disinherited

Knight to the foot of a wooden flight of steps, which formed the ascent

from the lists to Prince John's throne. With a short and embarrassed

eulogy upon his valor, the Prince caused to be delivered to him the

war-horse assigned as the prize.

But the Disinherited Knight spoke not a word in reply to the compliment

of the Prince, which he only acknowledged with a profound obeisance.

The horse was led into the lists by two grooms richly dressed, the

animal itself being fully accoutred with the richest war-furniture;

which, however, scarcely added to the value of the noble creature in the

eyes of those who were judges. Laying one hand upon the pommel of the

saddle, the Disinherited Knight vaulted at once upon the back of the

steed without making use of the stirrup, and, brandishing aloft his

lance, rode twice around the lists, exhibiting the points and paces of

the horse with the skill of a perfect horseman.

The appearance of vanity which might otherwise have been attributed to

this display was removed by the propriety shown in exhibiting to the

best advantage the princely reward with which he had been just honored,

and the Knight was again greeted by the acclamation of all present.

In the meanwhile, the bustling Prior of Jorvaulx had reminded Prince

John, in a whisper, that the victor must now display his good judgment,

instead of his valor, by selecting from among the beauties who graced

the galleries a lady who should fill the throne of the Queen of Beauty

and of Love, and deliver the prize of the tourney, upon the ensuing day.

The Prince accordingly made a sign with his truncheon as the Knight

passed him in his second career around the lists. The Knight turned

toward the throne, and, sinking his lance until the point was within a

foot of the ground, remained motionless, as if expecting John's

commands; while all admired the sudden dexterity with which he instantly

reduced his fiery steed from a state of violent emotion and high

excitation to the stillness of an equestrian statue.

"Sir Disinherited Knight," said Prince John, "since that is the only

title by which we can address you, it is now your duty, as well as

privilege, to name the fair lady who, as Queen of Honor and of Love, is

to preside over next day's festival. If, as a stranger in our land, you

should require the aid of other judgment to guide your own we can only

say that Alicia, the daughter of our gallant knight Waldemar Fitzurse,

has at our court been long held the first in beauty as in place.

Nevertheless, it is your undoubted prerogative to confer on whom you

please this crown, by the delivery of which to the lady of your choice

the election of to-morrow's Queen will be formal and complete. Raise

your lance."

The Knight obeyed; and Prince John placed upon its point a coronet of

green satin, having around its edge a circlet of gold, the upper edge of

which was relieved by arrow-points and hearts placed interchangeably,

like the strawberry leaves and balls upon a ducal crown.

In the broad hint which he dropped respecting the daughter of Waldemar

Fitzurse, John had more than one motive, each the offspring of a mind

which was a strange mixture of carelessness and presumption with low

artifice and cunning. He was desirous of conciliating Alicia's father,

Waldemar, of whom he stood in awe, and who had more than once shown

himself dissatisfied during the course of the day's proceedings; he had

also a wish to establish himself in the good graces of the lady. But

besides all these reasons, he was desirous to raise up against the

Disinherited Knight, toward whom he already entertained a strong

dislike, a powerful enemy in the person of Waldemar Fitzurse, who was

likely, he thought, highly to resent the injury done to his daughter in

case, as was not unlikely, the victor should make another choice.

And so indeed it proved. For the Disinherited Knight passed the gallery,

close to that of the Prince, in which the Lady Alicia was seated in the

full pride of triumphant beauty, and pacing forward as slowly as he had

hitherto rode swiftly around the lists, he seemed to exercise his right

of examining the numerous fair faces which adorned that splendid circle.

It was worth while to see the different conduct of the beauties who

underwent this examination, during the time it was proceeding. Some

blushed; some assumed an air of pride and dignity; some looked straight

forward, and essayed to seem utterly unconscious of what was going on;

some drew back in alarm, which was perhaps affected; some endeavored to

forbear smiling; and there were two or three who laughed outright. There

were also some who dropped their veils over their charms; but as the

Wardour Manuscript says these were fair ones of ten years' standing, it

may be supposed that, having had their full share of such vanities, they

were willing to withdraw their claim in order to give a fair chance to

the rising beauties of the age.

At length the champion paused beneath the balcony in which the Lady

Rowena was placed, and the expectation of the spectators was excited to

the utmost.

It must be owned that, if an interest displayed in his success could

have bribed the Disinherited Knight, the part of the lists before which

he paused had merited his predilection. Cedric the Saxon, overjoyed at

the discomfiture of the Templar, and still more so at the miscarriage of

his two malevolent neighbors, Front-de-Boeuf and Malvoisin, had

accompanied the victor in each course not with his eyes only, but with

his whole heart and soul. The Lady Rowena had watched the progress of

the day with equal attention, though without openly betraying the same

intense interest. Even the unmoved Athelstane had shown symptoms of

shaking off his apathy, when, calling for a huge goblet of muscadine, he

quaffed it to the health of the Disinherited Knight.

Whether from indecision or some other motive of hesitation, the champion

of the day remained stationary for more than a minute, while the eyes of

the silent audience were riveted upon his motions; and then, gradually

and gracefully sinking the point of his lance, he deposited the coronet

which it supported at the feet of the fair Rowena. The trumpets

instantly sounded, while the heralds proclaimed the Lady Rowena the

Queen of Beauty and of Love for the ensuing day, menacing with suitable

penalties those who should be disobedient to her authority. They then

repeated their cry of "Largesse," to which Cedric, in the height of his

joy, replied by an ample donative, and to which Athelstane, though less

promptly, added one equally large.

There was some murmuring among the damsels of Norman descent, who were

as much unused to see the preference given to a Saxon beauty as the

Norman nobles were to sustain defeat in the games of chivalry which they

themselves had introduced. But these sounds of disaffection were drowned

by the popular shout of "Long live the Lady Rowena, the chosen and

lawful Queen of Love and of Beauty!" To which many in the lower area

added, "Long live the Saxon Princess! long live the race of the immortal

Alfred!"

However unacceptable these sounds might be to Prince John and to those

around him, he saw himself nevertheless obliged to confirm the

nomination of the victor, and accordingly calling to horse, he left his

throne, and mounting his jennet, accompanied by his train, he again

entered the lists.

Spurring his horse, as if to give vent to his vexation, he made the

animal bound forward to the gallery where Rowena was seated, with the

crown still at her feet.

"Assume," he said, "fair lady, the mark of your sovereignty, to which

none vows homage more sincerely than ourself, John of Anjou; and if it

please you to-day, with your noble sire and friends, to grace our

banquet in the Castle of Ashby, we shall learn to know the empress to

whose service we devote to-morrow."

Rowena remained silent, and Cedric answered for her in his native Saxon.

"The Lady Rowena," he said, "possesses not the language in which to

reply to your courtesy, or to sustain her part in your festival. I also,

and the noble Athelstane of Coningsburgh, speak only the language and

practice only the manners, of our fathers. We therefore decline with

thanks your Highness's courteous invitation to the banquet. To-morrow,

the Lady Rowena will take upon her the state to which she has been

called by the free election of the victor Knight, confirmed by the

acclamations of the people."

So saying, he lifted the coronet and placed it upon Rowena's head, in

token of her acceptance of the temporary authority assigned to her.

In various routes, according to the different quarters from which they

came, and in groups of various numbers, the spectators were seen

retiring over the plain. By far the most numerous part streamed toward

the town of Ashby, where many of the distinguished persons were lodged

in the castle, and where others found accommodation in the town itself.

Among these were most of the knights who had already appeared in the

tournament, or who proposed to fight there the ensuing day, and who, as

they rode slowly along, talking over the events of the day, were greeted

with loud shouts by the populace. The same acclamations were bestowed

upon Prince John, although he was indebted for them rather to the

splendor of his appearance and train than to the popularity of his

character.

A more sincere and more general, as well as a better merited

acclamation, attended the victor of the day, until, anxious to withdraw

himself from popular notice, he accepted the accommodation of one of

those pavilions pitched at the extremities of the lists, the use of

which was courteously tendered him by the marshals of the field. On his

retiring to his tent, many who had lingered in the lists, to look upon

and form conjectures concerning him, also dispersed.

The signs and sounds of a tumultuous concourse of men lately crowded

together in one place, and agitated by the same passing events, were now

exchanged for the distant hum of voices of different groups retreating

in all directions, and these speedily died away in silence. No other

sounds were heard save the voices of the menials who stripped the

galleries of their cushions and tapestry, in order to put them in safety

for the night, and wrangled among themselves for half-used bottles of

wine and relics of the refreshments which had been served round to the

spectators.

[Illustration: THE ARMOUR MAKERS]

Beyond the precincts of the lists more than one forge was erected; and

these now began to glimmer through the twilight, announcing the toil of

the armorers, which was to continue through the whole night, in order to

repair or alter the suits of armor to be used again on the morrow.

A strong guard of men-at-arms, renewed at intervals, from two hours to

two hours, surrounded the lists, and kept watch during the night.

The Disinherited Knight had no sooner reached his pavilion than squires

and pages in abundance tendered their services to disarm him, to bring

fresh attire, and to offer him the refreshment of the bath. Their zeal

on this occasion was perhaps sharpened by curiosity, since every one

desired to know who the knight was that had gained so many laurels, yet

had refused, even at the command of Prince John, to lift his visor or to

name his name. But their officious inquisitiveness was not gratified.

The Disinherited Knight refused all other assistance save that of his

own squire, or rather yeoman--a clownish-looking man, who, wrapped in a

cloak of dark-colored felt, and having his head and face half buried in

a Norman bonnet made of black fur, seemed to affect the incognito as

much as his master. All others being excluded from the tent, this

attendant relieved his master from the more burdensome parts of his

armor, and placed food and wine before him, which the exertions of the

body rendered very acceptable.

The Knight had scarcely finished a hasty meal ere his menial announced

to him that five men, each leading a barbed steed,[70-11] desired to

speak with him. The Disinherited Knight had exchanged his armor for the

long robe usually worn by those of his condition, which, being furnished

with a hood, concealed the features, when such was the pleasure of the

wearer, almost as completely as the visor of the helmet itself; but the

twilight, which was now fast darkening, would of itself have rendered a

disguise unnecessary, unless to persons to whom the face of an

individual chanced to be particularly well known.

The Disinherited Knight, therefore, stepped boldly forth to the front of

his tent, and found in attendance the squires of the challengers, whom

he easily knew by their russet and black dresses, each of whom led his

master's charger, loaded with the armor in which he had that day fought.

"According to the laws of chivalry," said the foremost of these men, "I,

Baldwin de Oyley, squire to the redoubted Knight Brian de Bois-Guilbert,

make offer to you, styling yourself for the present the Disinherited

Knight, of the horse and armor used by the said Brian de Bois-Guilbert

in this day's passage of arms, leaving it with your nobleness to retain

or to ransom the same, according to your pleasure; for such is the law

of arms."

The other squires repeated nearly the same formula, and then stood to

await the decision of the Disinherited Knight.

"To you four, sirs," replied the Knight, addressing those who had last

spoken, "and to your honorable and valiant masters, I have one common

reply. Commend me to the noble knights, your masters, and say, I should

do ill to deprive them of steeds and arms which can never be used by

braver cavaliers. I would I could here end my message to these gallant

knights; but being, as I term myself, in truth and earnest, the

Disinherited, I must be thus far bound to your masters, that they will,

of their courtesy, be pleased to ransom their steeds and armor, since

that which I wear I can hardly term mine own."

"We stand commissioned, each of us," answered the squire of Reginald

Front-de-Boeuf, "to offer a hundred zecchins[72-12] in ransom of

these horses and suits of armor."

"It is sufficient," said the Disinherited Knight. "Half the sum my

present necessities compel me to accept; of the remaining half,

distribute one moiety among yourselves, sir squires, and divide the

other half between the heralds and the pursuivants, and minstrels, and

attendants."

The squires, with cap in hand, and low reverences, expressed their deep

sense of a courtesy and generosity not often practiced, at least upon a

scale so extensive.

The Disinherited Knight then addressed his discourse to Baldwin, the

squire of Brian de Bois-Guilbert. "From your master," said he, "I will

accept neither arms nor ransom. Say to him in my name, that our strife

is not ended--no, not till we have fought as well with swords as with

lances, as well on foot as on horseback. To this mortal quarrel he has

himself defied me, and I shall not forget the challenge. Meantime, let

him be assured that I hold him not as one of his companions, with whom I

can with pleasure exchange courtesies; but rather as one with whom I

stand upon terms of mortal defiance."

"My master," answered Baldwin, "knows how to requite scorn with scorn,

and blows with blows, as well as courtesy with courtesy. Since you

disdain to accept from him any share of the ransom at which you have

rated the arms of the other knights, I must leave his armor and his

horse here, being well assured that he will never deign to mount the one

nor wear the other."

"You have spoken well, good squire," said the Disinherited Knight--"well

and boldly, as it beseemeth him to speak who answers for an absent

master. Leave not, however, the horse and armor here. Restore them to

thy master; or, if he scorns to accept them, retain them, good friend,

for thine own use. So far as they are mine, I bestow them upon you

freely."

Baldwin made a deep obeisance, and retired with his companions; and the

Disinherited Knight entered the pavilion.

Morning arose in unclouded splendor, and ere the sun was much above the

horizon the idlest or the most eager of the spectators appeared on the

common, moving to the lists as to a general centre, in order to secure a

favorable situation for viewing the continuation of the expected games.

The marshals and their attendants appeared next on the field, together

with the heralds, for the purpose of receiving the names of the knights

who intended to joust, with the side which each chose to espouse. This

was a necessary precaution in order to secure equality between the two

bodies who should be opposed to each other.

According to due formality, the Disinherited Knight was to be considered

as leader of the one body, while Brian de Bois-Guilbert, who had been

rated as having done second-best in the preceding day, was named first

champion of the other band. Those who had concurred in the challenge

adhered to his party, of course, excepting only Ralph de Vipont, whom

his fall had rendered unfit so soon to put on his armor. There was no

want of distinguished candidates to fill up the ranks on either side.

In fact, although the general tournament, in which all knights fought at

once, was more dangerous than single encounters, they were,

nevertheless, more frequented and practiced by the chivalry of the age.

Many knights, who had not sufficient confidence in their own skill to

defy a single adversary of high reputation, were, nevertheless, desirous

of displaying their valor in the general combat, where they might meet

others with whom they were more upon an equality.

On the present occasion, about fifty knights were inscribed as desirous

of combating upon each side, when the marshals declared that no more

could be admitted, to the disappointment of several who were too late in

preferring their claim to be included.

About the hour of ten o'clock the whole plain was crowded with horsemen,

horsewomen, and foot-passengers, hastening to the tournament; and

shortly after, a grand flourish of trumpets announced Prince John and

his retinue, attended by many of those knights who meant to take share

in the game, as well as others who had no such intention.

About the same time arrived Cedric the Saxon, with the Lady Rowena,

unattended, however, by Athelstane. This Saxon lord had arrayed his tall

and strong person in armor, in order to take his place among the

combatants; and, considerably to the surprise of Cedric, had chosen to

enlist himself on the part of the Knight Templar. The Saxon, indeed, had

remonstrated strongly with his friend upon the injudicious choice he had

made of his party; but he had only received that sort of answer usually

given by those who are more obstinate in following their own course than

strong in justifying it.

His best, if not his only, reason for adhering to the party of Brian de

Bois-Guilbert, Athelstane had the prudence to keep to himself. Though

his apathy of disposition prevented his taking any means to recommend

himself to the Lady Rowena, he was, nevertheless, by no means insensible

to her charms, and considered his union with her as a matter already

fixed beyond doubt by the assent of Cedric and her other friends. It

had, therefore, been with smothered displeasure that the proud though

indolent Lord of Coningsburgh beheld the victor of the preceding day

select Rowena as the object of that honor which it became his privilege

to confer. In order to punish him for a preference which seemed to

interfere with his own suit, Athelstane, confident of his strength, and

to whom his flatterers, at least, ascribed great skill in arms, had

determined not only to deprive the Disinherited Knight of his powerful

succor, but, if an opportunity should occur, to make him feel the weight

of his battle-axe.

De Bracy, and other knights attached to Prince John, in obedience to a

hint from him, had joined the party of the challengers, John being

desirous to secure, if possible, the victory to that side. On the other

hand, many other knights, both English and Norman, natives and

strangers, took part against the challengers, the more readily that the

opposite band was to be led by so distinguished a champion as the

Disinherited Knight had approved himself.

As soon as Prince John observed that the destined Queen of the day

arrived upon the field, assuming that air of courtesy which sat well

upon him when he was pleased to exhibit it, he rode forward to meet her,

doffed his bonnet, and, alighting from his horse, assisted the Lady

Rowena from her saddle, while his followers uncovered at the same time,

and one of the most distinguished dismounted to hold her palfrey.

"It is thus," said Prince John, "that we set the dutiful example of

loyalty to the Queen of Love and Beauty, and are ourselves her guide to

the throne which she must this day occupy. Ladies," he said, "attend

your Queen, as you wish in your turn to be distinguished by like

honors."

So saying, the Prince marshalled Rowena to the seat of honor opposite

his own, while the fairest and most distinguished ladies present crowded

after her to obtain places as near as possible to their temporary

sovereign.

No sooner was Rowena seated than a burst of music, half-drowned by the

shouts of the multitude, greeted her new dignity. Meantime, the sun

shone fierce and bright upon the polished arms of the knights of either

side, who crowded the opposite extremities of the lists, and held eager

conference together concerning the best mode of arranging their line of

battle and supporting the conflict.

The heralds then proclaimed silence until the laws of the tourney should

be rehearsed. These were calculated in some degree to abate the dangers

of the day--a precaution the more necessary as the conflict was to be

maintained with sharp swords and pointed lances.

The champions were therefore prohibited to thrust with the sword, and

were confined to striking. A knight, it was announced, might use a mace

or battle-axe at pleasure; but the dagger was a prohibited weapon. A

knight unhorsed might renew the fight on foot with any other on the

opposite side in the same predicament; but mounted horsemen were in that

case forbidden to assail him. When any knight could force his antagonist

to the extremity of the lists, so as to touch the palisade with his

person or arms, such opponent was obliged to yield himself vanquished,

and his armor and horse were placed at the disposal of the conqueror. A

knight thus overcome was not permitted to take further share in the

combat. If any combatant was struck down, and unable to recover his feet,

his squire or page might enter the lists and drag his master out of the

press; but in that case the knight was adjudged vanquished, and his arms

and horse declared forfeited. The combat was to cease as soon as Prince

John should throw down his leading staff, or truncheon--another

precaution usually taken to prevent the unnecessary effusion of blood by

the too long endurance of a sport so desperate. Any knight breaking the

rules of the tournament, or otherwise transgressing the rules of

honorable chivalry, was liable to be stripped of his arms, and, having

his shield reversed, to be placed in that posture astride upon the bars

of the palisade, and exposed to public derision, in punishment of his

unknightly conduct. Having announced these precautions, the heralds

concluded with an exhortation to each good knight to do his duty, and to

merit favor from the Queen of Beauty and Love.

This proclamation having been made, the heralds withdrew to their

stations. The knights, entering at either end of the lists in long

procession, arranged themselves in a double file, precisely opposite to

each other, the leader of each party being in the center of the foremost

rank, a post which he did not occupy until each had carefully arranged

the ranks of his party, and stationed every one in his place.

It was a goodly, and at the same time an anxious, sight to behold so

many gallant champions, mounted bravely and armed richly, stand ready

prepared for an encounter so formidable, seated on their war-saddles

like so many pillars of iron, and awaiting the signal of encounter with

the same ardor as their generous steeds, which, by neighing and pawing

the ground, gave signal of their impatience.

As yet the knights held their long lances upright, their bright points

glancing to the sun, and the streamers with which they were decorated

fluttering over the plumage of the helmets. Thus they remained while the

marshals of the field surveyed their ranks with the utmost exactness,

lest either party had more or fewer than the appointed number. The tale

was found exactly complete. The marshals then withdrew from the lists,

and William de Wyvil, with a voice of thunder, pronounced the signal

words--"_Laissez aller!_"[78-13] The trumpets sounded as he spoke; the

spears of the champions were at once lowered and placed in the rests;

the spurs were dashed into the flanks of the horses; and the two

foremost ranks of either party rushed upon each other in full gallop,

and met in the middle of the lists with a shock the sound of which was

heard at a mile's distance. The rear rank of each party advanced at a

slower pace to sustain the defeated, and follow up the success of the

victors, of their party.

The consequences of the encounter were not instantly seen, for the dust

raised by the trampling of so many steeds darkened the air, and it was a

minute ere the anxious spectators could see the fate of the encounter.

When the fight became visible, half the knights on each side were

dismounted--some by the dexterity of their adversary's lance; some by

the superior weight and strength of opponents, which had borne down both

horse and man; some lay stretched on earth as if never more to rise;

some had already gained their feet, and were closing hand to hand with

those of their antagonists who were in the same predicament; and several

on both sides, who had received wounds by which they were disabled, were

stopping their blood by their scarfs, and endeavoring to extricate

themselves from the tumult. The mounted knights, whose lances had been

almost all broken by the fury of the encounter, were now closely engaged

with their swords, shouting their war-cries, and exchanging buffets, as

if honor and life depended on the issue of the combat.

The tumult was presently increased by the advance of the second rank on

either side, which, acting as a reserve, now rushed on to aid their

companions. The followers of Brian de Bois-Guilbert shouted--"_Ha!

Beau-seant! Beau-seant!_[79-14] For the Temple! For the Temple!" The

opposite shouted in answer--"_Desdichado! Desdichado!_" which watchword

they took from the motto upon their leaders' shield.

The champions thus encountering each other with the utmost fury, and

with alternate success, the tide of battle seemed to flow now toward the

southern, now toward the northern, extremity of the lists, as the one or

the other party prevailed. Meantime the clang of the blows and the

shouts of the combatants mixed fearfully with the sound of the trumpets,

and drowned the groans of those who fell, and lay rolling defenceless

beneath the feet of the horses. The splendid armor of the combatants was

now defaced with dust and blood, and gave way at every stroke of the

sword and battle-axe. The gay plumage, shorn from the crests, drifted

upon the breeze like snowflakes. All that was beautiful and graceful in

the martial array had disappeared, and what was now visible was only

calculated to awake terror or compassion.

Yet such is the force of habit, that not only the vulgar spectators, who

are naturally attracted by sights of horror, but even the ladies of

distinction, who crowded the galleries, saw the conflict with a

thrilling interest certainly, but without a wish to withdraw their eyes,

from a sight so terrible. Here and there, indeed, a fair cheek might

turn pale, or a faint scream might be heard, as a lover, a brother, or a

husband was struck from his horse. But, in general, the ladies around

encouraged the combatants, not only by clapping their hands and waving

their veils and kerchiefs, but even by exclaiming, "Brave lance! Good

sword!" when any successful thrust or blow took place under their

observation.

Such being the interest taken by the fair sex in this bloody game, that

of men is the more easily understood. It showed itself in loud

acclamations upon every change of fortune, while all eyes were so

riveted on the lists that the spectators seemed as if they themselves

had dealt and received the blows which were there so freely bestowed.

And between every pause was heard the voice of the heralds, exclaiming,

"Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is

better than defeat! Fight on, brave knights! for bright eyes behold your

deeds!"

Amid the varied fortunes of the combat, the eyes of all endeavored to

discover the leaders of each band, who, mingling in the thick of the

fight, encouraged their companions both by voice and example. Both

displayed great feats of gallantry nor did either Bois-Guilbert or the

Disinherited Knight find in the ranks opposed to them a champion who

could be termed their unquestioned match. They repeatedly endeavored to

single out each other, spurred by mutual animosity, and aware that the

fall of either leader might be considered as decisive of victory. Such,

however, was the crowd and confusion that, during the earlier part of

the conflict, their efforts to meet were unavailing, and they were

repeatedly separated by the eagerness of their followers, each of whom

was anxious to win honor by measuring his strength against the leader of

the opposite party.

But when the field became thin by the numbers on either side who had

yielded themselves vanquished, had been compelled to the extremity of

the lists, or been otherwise rendered incapable of continuing the

strife, the Templar and the Disinherited Knight at length encountered

hand to hand, with all the fury that mortal animosity, joined to rivalry

of honor, could inspire. Such was the address of each in parrying and

striking, that the spectators broke forth into a unanimous and

involuntary shout, expressive of their delight and admiration.

But at this moment the party of the Disinherited Knight had the worst;

the gigantic arm of Front-de-Boeuf on the one flank, and the ponderous

strength of Athelstane on the other, bearing down and dispersing those

immediately opposed to them. Finding themselves freed from their

immediate antagonists, it seems to have occurred to both these knights

at the same instant that they would render the most decisive advantage

to their party by aiding the Templar in his contest with his rival.

Turning their horses, therefore, at the same moment, the Norman spurred

against the Disinherited Knight on the one side and the Saxon on the

other. It was utterly impossible that the object of this unequal and

unexpected assault could have sustained it, had he not been warned by a

general cry from the spectators, who could not but take interest in one

exposed to such disadvantage.

"Beware! beware! Sir Disinherited!" was shouted so universally that the

knight became aware of his danger; and striking a full blow at the

Templar, he reined back his steed in the same moment, so as to escape

the charge of Athelstane and Front-de-Boeuf. These knights, therefore,

their aim being thus eluded, rushed from opposite sides between the

object of their attack and the Templar, almost running their horses

against each other ere they could stop their career. Recovering their

horses, however, and wheeling them round, the whole three pursued their

united purpose of bearing to the earth the Disinherited Knight.

Nothing could have saved him except the remarkable strength and activity

of the noble horse which he had won on the preceding day.

This stood him in the more stead, as the horse of Bois-Guilbert was

wounded and those of Front-de-Boe and Athelstane were both tired

with the weight of their gigantic masters, clad in complete armor, and

with the preceding exertions of the day. The masterly horsemanship of

the Disinherited Knight, and the activity of the noble animal which he

mounted, enabled him for a few minutes to keep at sword's point his

three antagonists, turning and wheeling with the agility of a hawk upon

the wing, keeping his enemies as far separate as he could, and rushing

now against the one, now against the other, dealing sweeping blows with

his sword, without waiting to receive those which were aimed at him in

return.

But although the lists rang with the applauses of his dexterity, it was

evident that he must at last be overpowered; and the nobles around

Prince John implored him with one voice to throw down his warder, and to

save so brave a knight from the disgrace of being overcome by odds.

"Not I, by the light of Heaven!" answered Prince John: "this same

springal,[83-15] who conceals his name and despises our proffered

hospitality, hath already gained one prize, and may now afford to let

others have their turn." As he spoke thus, an unexpected incident

changed the fortune of the day.

There was among the ranks of the Disinherited Knight a champion in black

armor, mounted on a black horse, large of size, tall, and to all

appearance powerful and strong, like the rider by whom he was mounted.

This knight, who bore on his shield no device of any kind, had hitherto

evinced very little interest in the event of the fight, beating off with

seeming ease those combatants who attacked him, but neither pursuing his

advantages nor himself assailing any one. In short, he had hitherto

acted the part rather of a spectator than of a party in the tournament,

a circumstance which procured him among the spectators the name of _Le

Noir Faineant_, or the Black Sluggard.

At once this knight seemed to throw aside his apathy, when he discovered

the leader of his party so hard bested; for, setting spurs to his horse,

which was quite fresh, he came to his assistance like a thunderbolt,

exclaiming, in a voice like a trumpet-call, "_Desdichado_, to the

rescue!" It was high time; for, while the Disinherited Knight was

pressing upon the Templar, Front-de-Boeuf had got nigh to him with his

uplifted sword; but ere the blow could descend, the Sable Knight dealt a

stroke on his head, which, glancing from the polished helmet, lighted

with violence scarcely abated on the chamfron[84-16] of the steed, and

Front-de-Boeuf rolled on the ground, both horse and man equally

stunned by the fury of the blow. _Le Noir Faineant_ then turned his

horse upon Athelstane of Coningsburgh; and his own sword having been

broken in his encounter with Front-de-Boeuf, he wrenched from the hand

of the bulky Saxon the battle-axe which he wielded, and, like one

familiar with the use of the weapon, bestowed him such a blow upon the

crest that Athelstane also lay senseless on the field. Having achieved

this double feat, for which he was the more highly applauded that it was

totally unexpected from him, the knight seemed to resume the

sluggishness of his character, returning calmly to the northern

extremity of the lists, leaving his leader to cope as he best could with

Brian de Bois-Guilbert. This was no longer matter of so much difficulty

as formerly. The Templar's horse had bled much, and gave way under the

shock of the Disinherited Knight's charge. Brian de Bois-Guilbert

rolled on the field, encumbered with the stirrup, from which he was

unable to draw his foot. His antagonist sprung from horseback, waved his

fatal sword over the head of his adversary, and commanded him to yield

himself; when Prince John, more moved by the Templar's dangerous

situation than he had been by that of his rival, saved him the

mortification of confessing himself vanquished, by casting down his

warder and putting an end to the conflict.

[Illustration: PRINCE JOHN THROWS DOWN THE TRUNCHEON]

It was, indeed, only the relics and embers of the fight which continued

to burn; for of the few knights who still continued in the lists, the

greater part had, by tacit consent, forborne the conflict for some time,

leaving it to be determined by the strife of the leaders.

The squires, who had found it a matter of danger and difficulty to

attend their masters during the engagement, now thronged into the lists

to pay their dutiful attendance to the wounded, who were removed with

the utmost care and attention to the neighboring pavilions, or to the

quarters prepared for them in the adjoining village.

Thus ended the memorable field of Ashby-de-la-Zouche, one of the most

gallantly contested tournaments of that age; for although only four

knights, including one who was smothered by the heat of his armor, had

died upon the field, yet upward of thirty were desperately wounded, four

or five of whom never recovered. Several more were disabled for life;

and those who escaped best carried the marks of the conflict to the

grave with them. Hence it is always mentioned in the old records as the

"gentle and joyous passage of arms of Ashby."

It being now the duty of Prince John to name the knight who had done

best, he determined that the honor of the day remained with the knight

whom the popular voice had termed _Le Noir Faineant_. It was pointed out

to the Prince, in impeachment of this decree, that the victory had been

in fact won by the Disinherited Knight, who, in the course of the day,

had overcome six champions with his own hand, and who had finally

unhorsed and struck down the leader of the opposite party. But Prince

John adhered to his own opinion, on the ground that the Disinherited

Knight and his party had lost the day but for the powerful assistance of

the Knight of the Black Armor, to whom, therefore, he persisted in

awarding the prize.

To the surprise of all present, however, the knight thus preferred was

nowhere to be found. He had left the lists immediately when the conflict

ceased, and had been observed by some spectators to move down one of the

forest glades with the same slow pace and listless and indifferent

manner which had procured him the epithet of the Black Sluggard.[87-17]

After he had been summoned twice by sound of trumpet and proclamation of

the heralds, it became necessary to name another to receive the honors

which had been assigned to him. Prince John had now no further excuse

for resisting the claim of the Disinherited Knight, whom, therefore, he

named the champion of the day.

Through a field slippery with blood and encumbered with broken armor and

the bodies of slain and wounded horses, the marshals again conducted

the victor to the foot of Prince John's throne.

"Disinherited Knight," said Prince John, "since by that title only you

will consent to be known to us, we a second time award to you the honors

of this tournament, and announce to you your right to claim and receive

from the hands of the Queen of Love and Beauty the chaplet of honor

which your valor has justly deserved."

The Knight bowed low and gracefully, but returned no answer.

While the trumpets sounded, while the heralds strained their voices in

proclaiming honor to the brave and glory to the victor, while ladies

waved their silken kerchiefs and embroidered veils, and while all ranks

joined in a clamorous shout of exultation, the marshals conducted the

Disinherited Knight across the lists to the foot of that throne of honor

which was occupied by the Lady Rowena.

On the lower step of this throne the champion was made to kneel down.

Indeed, his whole action since that the fight had ended seemed rather to

have been upon the impulse of those around him than from his own free

will; and it was observed that he tottered as they guided him the second

time across the lists. Rowena, descending from her station with a

graceful and dignified step, was about to place the chaplet which she

held in her hand upon the helmet of the champion, when the marshals

exclaimed with one voice, "It must not be thus; his head must be bare."

The knight muttered faintly a few words, which were lost in the hollow

of his helmet; but their purport seemed to be a desire that his casque

might not be removed.

[Illustration: ROWENA CROWNING DISINHERITED KNIGHT]

Whether from love of form or from curiosity, the marshals paid no

attention to his expressions of reluctance, but unhelmed him by cutting

the laces of his casque, and undoing the fastening of his gorget. When

the helmet was removed the well-formed yet sun-burned features of a

young man of twenty-five were seen, amid a profusion of short fair

hair. His countenance was as pale as death, and marked in one or two

places with streaks of blood.

Rowena had no sooner beheld him that she uttered a faint shriek; but at

once summoning up the energy of her disposition, and compelling herself,

as it were, to proceed, while her frame yet trembled with the violence

of sudden emotion, she placed upon the drooping head of the victor the

splendid chaplet which was the destined reward of the day, and

pronounced in a clear and distinct tone these words: "I bestow on thee

this chaplet, Sir Knight, as the meed of valor assigned to this day's

victor." Here she paused a moment, and then firmly added, "And upon brow

more worthy could a wreath of chivalry never be placed!"

The knight stooped his head and kissed the hand of the lovely Sovereign

by whom his valor had been rewarded; and then, sinking yet further

forward, lay prostrate at her feet.

There was a general consternation. Cedric, who had been struck mute by

the sudden appearance of his banished son, now rushed forward as if to

separate him from Rowena. But this had been already accomplished by the

marshals of the field, who, guessing the cause of Ivanhoe's swoon, had

hastened to undo his armor, and found that the head of a lance had

penetrated his breastplate and inflicted a wound in his side.