"This is no fair chance you put on me, proud Prince," said the yeoman,

"to compel me to peril myself against the best archers of Leicester And

Staffordshire, under the penalty of infamy if they should overshoot me.

Nevertheless, I will obey your pleasure."

"Look to him close, men-at-arms," said Prince John, "his heart is

sinking; I am jealous lest he attempt to escape the trial.--And do you,

good fellows, shoot boldly round; a buck and a butt of wine are ready

for your refreshment in yonder tent, when the prize is won."

A target was placed at the upper end of the southern avenue which led

to the lists. The contending archers took their station in turn, at the

bottom of the southern access, the distance between that station and the

mark allowing full distance for what was called a shot at rovers. The

archers, having previously determined by lot their order of precedence,

were to shoot each three shafts in succession. The sports were regulated

by an officer of inferior rank, termed the Provost of the Games; for the

high rank of the marshals of the lists would have been held degraded,

had they condescended to superintend the sports of the yeomanry.

One by one the archers, stepping forward, delivered their shafts

yeomanlike and bravely. Of twenty-four arrows, shot in succession,

ten were fixed in the target, and the others ranged so near it, that,

considering the distance of the mark, it was accounted good archery. Of

the ten shafts which hit the target, two within the inner ring were shot

by Hubert, a forester in the service of Malvoisin, who was accordingly

pronounced victorious.

"Now, Locksley," said Prince John to the bold yeoman, with a bitter

smile, "wilt thou try conclusions with Hubert, or wilt thou yield up

bow, baldric, and quiver, to the Provost of the sports?"

"Sith it be no better," said Locksley, "I am content to try my fortune;

on condition that when I have shot two shafts at yonder mark of

Hubert's, he shall be bound to shoot one at that which I shall propose."

"That is but fair," answered Prince John, "and it shall not be refused

thee.--If thou dost beat this braggart, Hubert, I will fill the bugle

with silver-pennies for thee."

"A man can do but his best," answered Hubert; "but my grandsire drew a

good long bow at Hastings, and I trust not to dishonour his memory."

The former target was now removed, and a fresh one of the same size

placed in its room. Hubert, who, as victor in the first trial of skill,

had the right to shoot first, took his aim with great deliberation,

long measuring the distance with his eye, while he held in his hand his

bended bow, with the arrow placed on the string. At length he made a

step forward, and raising the bow at the full stretch of his left arm,

till the centre or grasping-place was nigh level with his face, he

drew his bowstring to his ear. The arrow whistled through the air, and

lighted within the inner ring of the target, but not exactly in the

centre.




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