At this the challenger with fierce defy

His trumpet sounds; the challenged makes reply:

With clangour rings the field, resounds the vaulted sky.

Their visors closed, their lances in the rest,

Or at the helmet pointed or the crest,

They vanish from the barrier, speed the race,

And spurring see decrease the middle space.

Palamon and Arcite

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

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

the day had been forgotten.

"By my halidom," said he, "we have forgotten, 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."

"Saxon or Jew," answered the Prince, "Saxon or Jew, dog or hog, what

matters it? I say, name Rebecca, were it only to mortify the Saxon

churls."

A murmur arose even among his own immediate attendants.

"This passes a jest, my lord," said De Bracy; "no knight here will lay

lance in rest if such an insult is attempted."

"It is the mere wantonness of insult," said one of the oldest and most

important of Prince John's followers, Waldemar Fitzurse, "and if your

Grace attempt it, cannot but prove ruinous to your projects."

"I entertained you, sir," said John, reining up his palfrey haughtily,

"for my follower, but not for my counsellor."

"Those who follow your Grace in the paths which you tread," said

Waldemar, but speaking in a low voice, "acquire the right of

counsellors; for your interest and safety are not more deeply gaged than

their own."

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

so many adders! 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."




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