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He sent, therefore, a man to ring the great bell of the parish church.

This assembled the citizens pell-mell, for the times were stirring.

The High Bailiff, being assured of his auditory, summoned the

garrison, put himself at the head of them on a black stallion, sounded

trumpets, and marched into the Market-place. The cheers clipped him

like heady wine; but it was the eloquence of the women's handkerchiefs

that really gave him heart. Standing in his stirrups, hat in hand, he

made a short speech.

"Men of Wanmeeting and brothers," he said, "to-day you shall prove

yourselves worthy of your Lady Paramount, of your late master, and of

me. Galors de Born, the arch-enemy, is skulking in his strong tower,

not daring to attack us. Men of Wanmeeting, we will go and bait him.

Hauterive is ours. Follow me, crying, Ha! Saint James!"

"Ha! Saint James!" shouted the men, with their caps pike-high.

The Bailiff glowed in his skin. He drew his sword.

"Forward!" He gave the word.

The entire ardent garrison marched out of the town, and Wanmeeting was

left with its women and elders, anybody's capture.

The consequence of these heroical attitudes was, that Prosper, riding

hard to Hauterive, came in sight of a besieging army round about it--a

tented field, a pavilion, wherefrom drooped the saltire of De Forz, a

long line of attack, in fine, a notable scheme of offence. He saw a

sortie from the gates driven back by as mettlesome a cavalry charge as

he could have wished to lead.

"The Bailiff of Wanmeeting, as I live by bread!" he cried out.

He stayed for some time watching the fray from a little rising ground.

The cavalry, having beaten in the defenders, retired in good order;

the archers advanced to cover a party of pikemen with scaling-ladders.

"Now is my time to board the Bailiff," said Prosper, and rode coolly

across the field.

The High Bailiff saw, as he thought, Galors himself riding unattended

towards him.

"Ha! negotiations," said he; "and in person! I have hit a mark it

seems. I may take a high tone. Unconditional surrender and all arms,

hey?"

Prosper rode up, saluting.

"Messire de Born," said the Bailiff.

"Prosper le Gai," said the other.

"Madam Virgin! I thought you had perished, Messire."

"Not at all, Bailiff. Was that why you took over my command?"

The Bailiff bowed. "I gladly relinquish it, Messire."

Prosper nodded pleasantly.

"That last charge of yours could hardly have been bettered, though I

think you might have got in. How many men did you drop?"