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 night-fall, he has had work enough

to keep him warm."

"Your Grace," said Waldemar Fitzurse, "will do less than due honour 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."

"It may be the Earl of Salisbury," said De Bracy; "he is about the same

pitch."

"Sir Thomas de Multon, the Knight of Gilsland, rather," said Fitzurse;

"Salisbury is bigger in the bones." A whisper arose among the train,

but by whom first suggested could not be ascertained. "It might be the

King--it might be Richard Coeur-de-Lion himself!"

"Over God's forbode!" said Prince John, involuntarily turning at the

same time as pale as death, and shrinking as if blighted by a flash of

lightning; "Waldemar!--De Bracy! brave knights and gentlemen, remember

your promises, and stand truly by me!"

"Here is no danger impending," said Waldemar Fitzurse; "are you so

little acquainted with the gigantic limbs of your father's son, as

to think they can be held within the circumference of yonder suit

of armour?--De Wyvil and Martival, you will best serve the Prince by

bringing forward the victor to the throne, and ending an error that has

conjured all the blood from his cheeks.--Look at him more closely," he

continued, "your highness will see that he wants three inches of King

Richard's height, and twice as much of his shoulder-breadth. The very

horse he backs, could not have carried the ponderous weight of King

Richard through a single course."

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. Still discomposed with the idea

that his brother, so much injured, and to whom he was so much indebted,

had suddenly arrived in his native kingdom, even the distinctions

pointed out by Fitzurse did not altogether remove the Prince's

apprehensions; and while, with a short and embarrassed eulogy upon his

valour, he caused to be delivered to him the war-horse assigned as the

prize, he trembled lest from the barred visor of the mailed form before

him, an answer might be returned, in the deep and awful accents of

Richard the Lion-hearted.




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