a　purfled　doublet　of　vair　bespoke　him　noble；　as　did　his　brilliant
  eye；　his　exquisitely　chiselled　nose；　and　his　curling　chestnut
  ringlets。
  Youth　was　on　his　brow；　his　eyes　were　dark　and　dewy；　like　spring…
  violets；　and　spring…roses　bloomed　upon　his　cheekroses；　alas！　that
  bloom　and　die　with　life's　spring！　　Now　bounding　over　a　rock；　now
  playfully　whisking　off　with　his　riding　rod　a　floweret　in　his　path；
  Philibert　de　Coquelicot　rode　by　his　darker　companion。
  His　comrade　was　mounted　upon　a　destriere　of　the　true　Norman　breed；
  that　had　first　champed　grass　on　the　green　pastures　of　Aquitaine。
  Thence　through　Berry；　Picardy；　and　the　Limousin；　halting　at　many　a
  city　and　commune；　holding　joust　and　tourney　in　many　a　castle　and
  manor　of　Navarre；　Poitou；　and　St。　Germain　l'Auxerrois；　the　warrior
  and　his　charger　reached　the　lonely　spot　where　now　we　find　them。
  The　warrior　who　bestrode　the　noble　beast　was　in　sooth　worthy　of　the
  steed　which　bore　him。　　Both　were　caparisoned　in　the　fullest
  trappings　of　feudal　war。　　The　arblast；　the　mangonel；　the
  demiculverin；　and　the　cuissart　of　the　period；　glittered　upon　the
  neck　and　chest　of　the　war…steed；　while　the　rider；　with　chamfron　and
  catapult；　with　ban　and　arriere…ban；　morion　and　tumbrel；　battle…axe
  and　rifflard；　and　the　other　appurtenances　of　ancient　chivalry；　rode
  stately　on　his　steel…clad　charger；　himself　a　tower　of　steel。　　This
  mighty　horseman　was　carried　by　his　steed　as　lightly　as　the　young
  springald　by　his　Andalusian　hackney。
  〃'Twas　well　done　of　thee；　Philibert；〃　said　he　of　the　proof…armor；
  〃to　ride　forth　so　far　to　welcome　thy　cousin　and　companion　in　arms。〃
  〃Companion　in　battledore　and　shuttlecock；　Romane　de　Clos…Vougeot！〃
  replied　the　younger　Cavalier。　　〃When　I　was　yet　a　page；　thou　wert　a
  belted　knight；　and　thou　wert　away　to　the　Crusades　ere　ever　my　beard
  grew。〃
  〃I　stood　by　Richard　of　England　at　the　gates　of　Ascalon；　and　drew
  the　spear　from　sainted　King　Louis　in　the　tents　of　Damietta；〃　the
  individual　addressed　as　Romane　replied。　　〃Well…a…day！　since　thy
  beard　grew；　boy；　（and　marry　'tis　yet　a　thin　one；）　I　have　broken　a
  lance　with　Solyman　at　Rhodes；　and　smoked　a　chibouque　with　Saladin
  at　Acre。　　But　enough　of　this。　　Tell　me　of　homeof　our　native
  valleyof　my　hearth；　and　my　lady…mother；　and　my　good　chaplain
  tell　me　of　HER；　Philibert；〃　said　the　knight；　executing　a　demivolt；
  in　order　to　hide　his　emotion。
  Philibert　seemed　uneasy；　and　to　strive　as　though　he　would　parry　the
  question。　　〃The　castle　stands　on　the　rock；〃　he　said；　〃and　the
  swallows　still　build　in　the　battlements。　　The　good　chaplain　still
  chants　his　vespers　at　morn；　and　snuffles　his　matins　at　even…song。
  The　lady…mother　still　distributeth　tracts；　and　knitteth　Berlin
  linsey…woolsey。　　The　tenants　pay　no　better；　and　the　lawyers　dun　as
  sorely；　kinsman　mine；〃　he　added　with　an　arch　look。
  〃But　Fatima；　Fatima；　how　fares　she？〃　Romane　continued。　　〃Since
  Lammas　was　a　twelvemonth；　I　hear　nought　of　her；　my　letters　are
  unanswered。　　The　postman　hath　traversed　our　camp　every　day；　and
  never　brought　me　a　billet。　　How　is　Fatima；　Philibert　de　Coquelicot？〃
  〃She　iswell；〃　Philibert　replied；　〃her　sister　Anne　is　the　fairest
  of　the　twain；　though。〃
  〃Her　sister　Anne　was　a　baby　when　I　embarked　for　Egypt。　　A　plague　on
  sister　Anne！　　Speak　of　Fatima；　Philibertmy　blue…eyed　Fatima！〃
  〃I　say　she　iswell；〃　answered　his　comrade　gloomily。
  〃Is　she　dead？　　Is　she　ill？　　Hath　she　the　measles？　　Nay；　hath　she
  had　the　small…pox；　and　lost　her　beauty？　　Speak；　speak；　boy！〃　cried
  the　knight；　wrought　to　agony。
  〃Her　cheek　is　as　red　as　her　mother's；　though　the　old　Countess
  paints　hers　every　day。　　Her　foot　is　as　light　as　a　sparrow's；　and
  her　voice　as　sweet　as　a　minstrel's　dulcimer；　but　give　me　nathless
  the　Lady　Anne；〃　cried　Philibert；　〃give　me　the　peerless　Lady　Anne！
  As　soon　as　ever　I　have　won　spurs；　I　will　ride　all　Christendom
  through；　and　proclaim　her　the　Queen　of　Beauty。　　Ho；　Lady　Anne！
  Lady　Anne！〃　and　so　sayingbut　evidently　wishing　to　disguise　some
  emotion；　or　conceal　some　tale　his　friend　could　ill　brook　to　hear
  the　reckless　damoiseau　galloped　wildly　forward。
  But　swift　as　was　his　courser's　pace；　that　of　his　companion's
  enormous　charger　was　swifter。　　〃Boy；〃　said　the　elder；　〃thou　hast
  ill　tidings。　　I　know　it　by　thy　glance。　　Speak：　shall　he　who　hath
  bearded　grim　Death　in　a　thousand　fields　shame　to　face　truth　from　a
  friend？　　Speak；　in　the　name　of　heaven　and　good　Saint　Botibol。
  Romane　de　Clos…Vougeot　will　bear　your　tidings　like　a　man！〃
  〃Fatima　is　well；〃　answered　Philibert　once　again；　〃she　hath　had　no
  measles：　she　lives　and　is　still　fair。〃
  〃Fair；　ay；　peerless　fair；　but　what　more；　Philibert？　　Not　false？　　By
  Saint　Botibol；　say　not　false；〃　groaned　the　elder　warrior。
  〃A　month　syne；〃　Philibert　replied；　〃she　married　the　Baron　de
  Barbazure。〃
  With　that　scream　which　is　so　terrible　in　a　strong　man　in　agony；　the
  brave　knight　Romane　de　Clos…Vougeot　sank　back　at　the　words；　and
  fell　from　his　charger　to　the　ground；　a　lifeless　mass　of　steel。
  II。
  Like　many　another　fabric　of　feudal　war　and　splendor；　the　once　vast
  and　magnificent　Castle　of　Barbazure　is　now　a　moss…grown　ruin。　　The
  traveller　of　the　present　day；　who　wanders　by　the　banks　of　the
  silvery　Loire；　and　climbs　the　steep　on　which　the　magnificent
  edifice　stood；　can　scarcely　trace；　among　the　shattered　masses　of
  ivy…covered　masonry　which　lie　among　the　lonely　crags；　even　the
  skeleton　of　the　proud　and　majestic　palace　stronghold　of　the　Barons
  of　Barbazure。
  In　the　days　of　our　tale　its　turrets　and　pinnacles　rose　as　stately；
  and　seemed　（to　the　pride　of　sinful　man！）　as　strong　as　the　eternal
  rocks　on　which　they　stood。　　The　three　mullets　on　a　gules　wavy
  reversed；　surmounted　by　the　sinople　couchant　Or；　the　well…known
  cognizance　of　the　house；　blazed　in　gorgeous　heraldry　on　a　hundred
  banners；　surmounting　as　many　towers。　　The　long　lines　of
  battlemented　walls　spread　down　the　mountain　to　the　Loire；　and　were
  defended　by　thousands　of　steel…clad　serving…men。　　Four　hundred
  knights　and　six　times　as　many　archers　fought　round　the　banner　of
  Barbazure　at　Bouvines；　Malplaquet；　and　Azincour。　　For　his　services
  at　Fontenoy　against　the　English；　the　heroic　Charles　Martel
  appointed　the　fourteenth　Baron　Hereditary　Grand　Bootjack　of　the
  kingdom　of　France；　and　for　wealth；　and　for　splendor；　and　for　skill
  and　fame　in　war；　Raoul；　the　twenty…eighth　Baron；　was　in　no…wise
  inferior　to　his　noble　ancestors。
  That　the　Baron　Raoul　levied　toll　upon　the　river　and　mail　upon　the
  shore；　that　he　now　and　then　ransomed　a　burgher；　plundered　a
  neighbor；　or　drew　the　fangs　of　a　Jew；　that　he　burned　an　enemy's
  castle　with　the　wife　and　children　within；these　were　points　for
  which　the　country　knew　and　respected　the　stout　Baron。　　When　he
  returned　from　victory；　he　was　sure　to　endow　the　Church　with　a　part
  of　his　spoil；　so　that　when　he　went　forth　to　battle　he　was　always
  accompanied　by　her　blessing。　　Thus　lived　the　Baron　Raoul；　the　pride
  of　the　country　in　which　he　dwelt；　an　ornament　to　the　Court；　the
  Church；　and　his　neighbors。
  But　in　the　midst　of　all　his　power　and　splendor　there　was　a　domestic
  grief　which　deeply　afflicted　the　princely　Barbazure。　　His　lovely
  ladies　died　one　after　the　other。　　No　sooner　was　he　married　than　he
  was　a　widower；　in　the　course　of　eighteen　years　no　less　than　nine
  bereavements　had　befallen　the　chieftain。　　So　true　it　is；　that　if
  fortune　is　a　parasite；　grief　is　a　republican；　and　visits　the　hall
  of　the　great　and　wealthy　as　it　does　the　humbler　tenements　of　the
  poor。
  。　　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　　。
  〃Leave　off　deploring　thy　faithless；　gad…about　lover；〃　said　the　Lady
  of　Chacabacque　to　her　daughter；　the　lovely　Fatima；　〃and　think　how
  the　noble　Barbazure　loves　thee！　　Of　all　the　damsels　at　the　ball
  last　night；　he　had　eyes　for　thee　and　thy　cousin　only。〃
  〃I　am　sure　my　cousin　hath　no　good　looks　to　be　proud　of！〃　the
  admirable　Fatima　exclaimed；　bridling　up。　　〃Not　that　I　care　for　my
  Lord　of　Barbazure's　looks。　　MY　heart；　dearest　mother；　is　with　him
  who　is　far　away！〃
  〃He　danced　with　thee　four　galliards；　nine　quadrilles；　and　twenty…
  three　corantoes；　I　think；　child；〃　the　mother　said；　eluding　her
  daughter's　remark。
  〃Twenty…five；〃　said　lovely　Fatima；　casting　her　beautiful　eyes　to
  the　ground。　　〃Heigh…ho！　but　Romane　danced　them　very　well！〃
  〃He　had　not　the　court　air；〃　the　mother　suggested。
  〃I　don't　wish　to　deny　the　beauty　of　the　Lord　of　Burbazure's
  dancing；　mamma；〃　Fatima　replied。　　〃For　a　short；　lusty　man；　'tis
  wondrous　how　active　he　is；　and　in　dignity　the　King's　Grace　himself
  could　not　surpass　him。〃
  〃You　were　the　noblest　couple　in　the　room；　love；〃　the　lady　cried。
  〃That　pea…green　doublet；　slashed　with　orange…tawny；　those　ostrich
  plumes；　blue；　red；　and　yellow；　those　party…colored　hose　and　pink
  shoon；　became　the　noble　baron　wondrous　well；〃　Fatima　acknowledged。
  〃It　must　be　c