Ivanhoe

----In the midst was seen

A lady of a more majestic mien,

By stature and by beauty mark'd their sovereign Queen.

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And as in beauty she surpass'd the choir,

So nobler than the rest was her attire;

A crown of ruddy gold enclosed her brow,

Plain without pomp, and rich without a show;

A branch of Agnus Castus in her hand,

She bore aloft her symbol of command.

The Flower and the Leaf

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 amidst 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 farther 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 valour.

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 favoured 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

was hurled from his saddle like a stone from a sling."

"Boast not of that," said a Knight of St 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."