At the bottom of this document was scrawled, in the first place, a

rude sketch of a cock's head and comb, with a legend expressing this

hieroglyphic to be the sign-manual of Wamba, son of Witless. Under this

respectable emblem stood a cross, stated to be the mark of Gurth, the

son of Beowulph. Then was written, in rough bold characters, the words,

"Le Noir Faineant". And, to conclude the whole, an arrow, neatly enough

drawn, was described as the mark of the yeoman Locksley.

The knights heard this uncommon document read from end to end, and then

gazed upon each other in silent amazement, as being utterly at a loss to

know what it could portend. De Bracy was the first to break silence by

an uncontrollable fit of laughter, wherein he was joined, though with

more moderation, by the Templar. Front-de-Boeuf, on the contrary, seemed

impatient of their ill-timed jocularity.

"I give you plain warning," he said, "fair sirs, that you had better

consult how to bear yourselves under these circumstances, than give way

to such misplaced merriment."

"Front-de-Boeuf has not recovered his temper since his late overthrow,"

said De Bracy to the Templar; "he is cowed at the very idea of a cartel,

though it come but from a fool and a swineherd."

"By St Michael," answered Front-de-Boeuf, "I would thou couldst stand

the whole brunt of this adventure thyself, De Bracy. These fellows dared

not have acted with such inconceivable impudence, had they not been

supported by some strong bands. There are enough of outlaws in this

forest to resent my protecting the deer. I did but tie one fellow, who

was taken redhanded and in the fact, to the horns of a wild stag, which

gored him to death in five minutes, and I had as many arrows shot at me

as there were launched against yonder target at Ashby.--Here, fellow,"

he added, to one of his attendants, "hast thou sent out to see by what

force this precious challenge is to be supported?"

"There are at least two hundred men assembled in the woods," answered a

squire who was in attendance.

"Here is a proper matter!" said Front-de-Boeuf, "this comes of lending

you the use of my castle, that cannot manage your undertaking quietly,

but you must bring this nest of hornets about my ears!"

"Of hornets?" said De Bracy; "of stingless drones rather; a band of lazy

knaves, who take to the wood, and destroy the venison rather than labour

for their maintenance."




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