schooled my mind to bear it. Those with whom we shall soon be, know that if I have sinned in many points, yet I am guiltless in that whereof they accuse me- and, for the rest, there are, at least, two who will think no shame of Eustace Lynwood. And now, if there is yet time, Gaston, since no Priest is at hand, I would pray thee to do me the last favour of hearing the confession of my sins.'
And Gaston kneeling down, the Knight and Squire, according to the custom of warriors in extremity, confessed to each other, with the crucifix raised between them. Eustace then, with his weak and failing voice, repeated several prayers and psalms appropriate to the occasion, in which Gaston joined with hearty devotion. By this time, a slight stir was heard within the Castle; and Gaston, rising from his knees, went to the loophole, which commanded a view of the court, where the French had taken up their quarters for the night in some of the outbuildings-and the lion rampant of Clisson was waving in triumph on the gateway tower.
'All silent there,' said he; 'but I must go to rouse our knaves in time to meet the first onset.' And, as he clasped on his armour, he continued, 'All that is in the power of man will we do! Rest assured, Sir Eustace, they reach you not save through my body; and let your prayers be with me. One embrace, Sir Eustace, and we meet no more-'
'In this world.' Eustace concluded the sentence, as Gaston hung over him, and his tears dropped on his face. 'Farewell, most faithful and most true-hearted! Go, I command thee! Think not on me-think on thy duty-and good angels will be around us both. Farewell, farewell.'
Gaston, for the first time in his life, felt himself unable to speak. He crossed the room with slow and lingering step; then, with a great effort, dashed out at the door, closing his visor as he did so, and, after a short interval, during which he seemed to have stopped on the stairs, Eustace could hear his gay bold tones, calling, 'Up! up! my merry men, all! Let not the French dogs find the wolf asleep in his den. They will find our inner bartizan a hard stone for their teeth- and it will be our own fault, if they crack it before the coming of our brave comrades from Bordeaux!'
CHAPTER XIV
The open space beyond the walls of Bordeaux presented a bright and lively scene. It was here that the pages of the Black Prince were wont to exercise those sports and pastimes for which the court of the palace scarce offered sufficient space, or which were too noisy for the neighbourhood of the ladies, and of the invalid Prince.
Of noble and often of princely birth were all who entered that school of chivalry, and, for the most part, the fine open countenances, noble bearing, and well-made figures of the boys, testified their high descent, as completely as the armorial bearings embroidered on the back and front of their short kirtles. Many different provinces had sent their noblest to be there trained in the service of the bravest Knights and Princes. There, besides the brown-haired, fair-skinned English boy, was the quick fiery Welsh child, who owned an especial allegiance to the Prince; the broad blue-eyed Fleming, whose parents rejoiced in the fame of the son of Philippa of Hainault; the pert, lively Gascon, and the swarthy Navarrese mountaineer-all brought together in close and ever-changing contrast of countenance, habits, and character.
Of all the merry groups scattered through that wide green space, the most interesting was one formed by three boys, who stood beneath a tree, a little from the rest. The two eldest might be from ten to eleven years old, the third two or three years younger, and his delicate features, fair pale complexion, and slender limbs, made him appear too weak and childish for such active sports as the rest were engaged in, but that the lordly glance of his clear blue eye, his firm tread, and the noble carriage of his shapely head, had in them something of command, which attracted notice even before the exceeding beauty of his perfectly moulded face, and long waving curls of golden hair.
So like him, that they might have passed for brothers, was one of the elder boys, who stood near-there was the same high white brow, proud lip, regular features, and bright eye; but the complexion, though naturally fair, was tanned to a healthy brown where exposed to the sun; the frame was far stronger and more robust; and the glance of the eye had more in it of pride and impatience, than of calm command so remarkable in the little one. The three boys were standing in consultation over an arrow which they had just discovered, stuck deep in the ground.
''Tis my arrow, that I shot over the mark on Monday,' said the elder.
'Nay, Harry,' said the younger boy, 'that cannot be; for remember Thomas Holland said your arrow would frighten the good nuns of St. Ursula in their garden.'
'It must be mine,' persisted Harry-'for none of you all can shoot as far.'
'Yes, English Arthur can,' said the little boy. 'He shot a whole cloth-yard beyond you the day-'
'Well, never mind, Edward,' said Harry, sharply-'who cares for arrows?-weapons for clowns, and not for Princes!'
'Nay, not so, Lord Harry,' interrupted the third boy: 'I have heard my uncle say, many a time, that England's archery is half her strength -and how it was our archers at the battle of Crecy-'
'I know all that-how the men of Genoa had wet bow-strings, and ours dry ones,' said Henry; 'but they were peasants, after all!'
'Ay; but a King of England should know how to praise and value his good yeomen.'
Henry turned on his heel, and, saying, 'Well, let the arrow be whose it will, I care not for it,' walked off.
'Do you know why Harry of Lancaster goes, Arthur?' said Edward, smiling.
'No, my Lord,' replied Arthur.
'He cannot bear to hear aught of King of England,' was the answer. 'If you love me, good Arthur, vex him not with speaking of it.'
'Father Cyril would say, he ought to learn content with the rank where he was born,' said Arthur.
'Father Cyril, again!' said Prince Edward. 'You cannot live a day without speaking of him, and of your uncle.'
'I do not speak of them so much now,' said Arthur, colouring, 'It is only you, Lord Edward, who never make game of me for doing so- though, I trow, I have taught Pierre de Greilly to let my uncle's name alone.'
'Truly, you did so,' said Edward, laughing, 'and he has scarce yet lost his black eye. But I love to hear your tales, Arthur, of that quiet Castle, and the old Blanc Etoile, and your uncle, who taught you to ride. Sit down here on the grass, and tell me more. But what are you staring at so fixedly? At the poor jaded horse, that yonder man-at- arms is urging on so painfully?'
''Tis-No, it is not-Yes, 'tis Brigliador, and John Ingram himself,' cried Arthur. 'Oh, my uncle! my uncle!' And, in one moment, he had bounded across the ditch, which fenced in their exercising ground, and had rushed to meet Ingram. 'Oh, John!' exclaimed he, breathlessly, 'have they done it? Oh, tell me of Uncle Eustace! I he alive?'
'Master Arthur!' exclaimed Ingram, stopping his wearied horse.
'Oh, tell me, Ingram,' reiterated Arthur, 'is my uncle safe?'
'He is alive, Master Arthur-that is, he was when I came away, but as sore wounded as ever I saw a Knight. And the butcher of Brittany is upon them by this time! And here I am sent to ask succours-and I know no more whom to address myself, than the cock at the top of Lynwood steeple!'
'But what has chanced, John?-make haste, and tell me.'
And John, in his own awkward and confused style, narrated how he had been entrapped by Sanchez, and the consequences of his excess. 'But,' said he, 'I have vowed to our Lady of Taunton, and St. Joseph of Glastonbury, that never again-'
Arthur had covered his face with his hands, and gave way to tears of indignation and grief, as he felt his helplessness. But one hand was kindly withdrawn, and a gentle voice said, 'Weep not, Arthur, but come with me, and my father will send relief to the Castle, and save your uncle.'
'You here, Lord Edward?' exclaimed Arthur, who had not perceived that the Prince had followed him. 'Oh yes, thanks, thanks! None but the Prince can save him. Oh, let me see him myself, and that instantly!'
'Then, let us come,' said Edward, still holding Arthur's hand.
Arthur set off at such a pace, as to press the little Prince into a breathless trot by his side; but he, too, was all eagerness, and scorned to complain. They proceeded without interruption to the court of the palace. Edward, leading the way, hastened to his mother's apartments. He threw open the door, looked in, and, saying to Arthur, 'He must be in the council chamber,' cut short an exclamation of Lady Maude Holland, by shutting the door, and running down a long gallery to an ante-chamber, where were several persons waiting for an audience, and two warders, with halberts erect, standing on guard outside a closed door.
