would　not　serve　under　the　banner　of　Chandos！　　Whither　do　you　go；
  fair　sir？　　And　when　do　you　go？　　Is　it　to　Scotland？　　Is　it　to
  Ireland？　　Is　it　to　France？　　But　alas；　alas！〃
  The　eager　face　had　clouded。　　For　the　instant　he　had　forgotten　that
  a　suit　of　armor　was　as　much　beyond　his　means　as　a　service　of　gold
  plate。　　Down　in　a　twinkling　came　all　his　high　hopes　to　the　ground。
  Oh；　these　sordid　material　things；　which　come　between　our　dreams
  and　their　fulfilment！　　The　Squire　of　such　a　knight　must　dress　with
  the　best。　　Yet　all　the　fee　simple　of　Tilford　would　scarce　suffice
  for　one　suit　of　plate。
  Chandos；　with　his　quick　wit　and　knowledge　of　the　world；　had
  guessed　the　cause　of　this　sudden　change。　　〃　If　you　fight　under　my
  banner　it　is　for　me　to　find　the　weapons；〃　said　he。　　〃Nay；　I　will
  not　be　denied。〃
  But　Nigel　shook　his　head　sadly。　　〃　It　may　not　be。　　The　Lady
  Ermyntrude　would　sell　this　old　house　and　every　acre　round　it；　ere
  she　would　permit　me　to　accept　this　gracious　bounty　which　you
  offer。　　Yet　I　do　not　despair；　for　only　last　week　I　won　for　myself
  a　noble　war…horse　for　which　I　paid　not　a　penny；　so　perchance　a
  suit　of　armor　may　also　come　my　way。〃
  〃And　how　won　you　the　horse？〃
  〃It　was　given　me　by　the　monks　of　Waverley。〃
  〃This　is　wonderful。　　Pardieu！　　I　should　have　expected；　from　what　I
  had　seen；　that　they　would　have　given　you　little　save　their
  malediction。〃
  〃They　had　no　use　for　the　horse；　and　they　gave　it　to　me。〃
  〃Then　we　have　only　to　find　some　one　who　has　no　use　for　a　suit　of
  armor　and　will　give　it　to　you。　　Yet　I　trust　that　you　will　think
  better　of　it　and　let　me；　since　that　good　lady　proves　that　I　am
  your　kinsman；　fit　you　for　the　wars。〃
  〃I　thank　you；　noble　sir；　and　if　I　should　turn　to　anyone　it　would
  indeed　be　to　you；　but　there　are　other　ways　which　I　would　try
  first。　　But　I　pray　you；　goon　Sir　John；　to　tell　me　of　some　of　your
  noble　spear…runnings　against　the　French；　for　the　whole　land　rings
  with　the　tale　of　your　deeds　and　I　have　heard　that　in　one　morning
  three　champions　have　fallen　before　your　lance。　　Was　it　not　so？〃
  〃That　it　was　indeed　so　these　scars　upon　my　body　will　prove；　but
  these　were　the　follies　of　my　youth。〃
  〃How　can　you　call　them　follies？　　Are　they　not　the　means　by　which
  honorable　advancement　may　be　gained　and　one's　lady　exalted？〃
  〃It　is　right　that　you　should　think　so；　Nigel。　　At　your　age　a　man
  should　have　a　hot　head　and　a　high　heart。　　I　also　had　both　and
  fought　for　my　lady's　glove　or　for　my　vow　or　for　the　love　of
  fighting。　　But　as　one　grows　older　and　commands　men　one　has　other
  things　to　think　of。　　One　thinks　less　of　one's　own　honor　and　more
  of　the　safety　of　the　army。　　It　is　not　your　own　spear；　your　own
  sword；　your　own　arm；　which　will　turn　the　tide　of　fight；　but　a　cool
  head　may　save　a　stricken　field。　　He　who　knows　when　his　horsemen
  should　charge　and　when　they　should　fight　on　foot；　he　who　can　mix
  his　archers　with　his　men…at…arms　in　such　a　fashion　that　each　can
  support　the　other；　he　who　can　hold　up　his　reserve　and　pour　it　into
  the　battle　when　it　may　turn　the　tide；　he　who　has　a　quick　eye　for
  boggy　land　and　broken　ground　…　that　is　the　man　who　is　of　more
  worth　to　an　army　than　Roland；　Oliver　and　all　the　paladins。〃
  〃Yet　if　his　knights　fail　him；　honored　sir；　all　his　head…work　will
  not　prevail。〃
  〃True　enough；　Nigel；　so　may　every　Squire　ride　to　the　wars　with　his
  soul　on　fire；　as　yours　is　now。　　But　I　must　linger　no　longer；　for
  the　King's　service　must　be　done。　　I　will　dress；　and　when　I　have
  bid　farewell　to　the　noble　Dame　Ermyntrude　I　will　on　to　Farnham；
  but　you　will　see　me　here　again　on　the　day　that　the　King　comes。〃
  So　Chandos　went　his　way　that　evening；　walking　his　horse　through
  the　peaceful　lanes　and　twanging　his　citole　as　he　went；　for　he
  loved　music　and　was　famous　for　his　merry　songs。　　The　cottagers
  came　from　their　huts　and　laughed　and　clapped　as　the　rich　full
  voice　swelled　and　sank　to　the　cheery　tinkling　of　the　strings。
  There　were　few　who　saw　him　pass　that　would　have　guessed　that　the
  quaint　one…eyed　man　with　the　yellow　hair　was　the　toughest　fighter
  and　craftiest　man　of　war　in　Europe。　　Once　only；　as　he　entered
  Farnham；　an　old　broken　man…at…arms　ran　out　in　his　rags　and
  clutched　at　his　horse　as　a　dog　gambols　round　his　master。　　Chandos
  threw　him　a　kind　word　and　a　gold　coin　as　he　passed　on　to　the
  castle。
  In　the　meanwhile　young　Nigel　and　the　Lady　Ermyntrude；　left　alone
  with　their　difficulties；　looked　blankly　in　each　other's　faces。
  〃The　cellar　is　well　nigh　empty；〃　said　Nigel。　　〃There　are　two
  firkins　of　small　beer　and　a　tun　of　canary。　　How　can　we　set　such
  drink　before　the　King　and　his　court？〃
  〃We　must　have　some　wine　of　Bordeaux。　　With　that　and　the　mottled
  cow's　calf　and　the　fowls　and　a　goose；　we　can　set　forth　a
  sufficient　repast　if　he　stays　only　for　the　one　night。　　How　many
  will　be　with　him？〃
  〃A　dozen；　at　the　least。〃
  The　old　dame　wrung　her　hands　in　despair。　　〃Nay；　take　it　not　to
  heart；　dear　lady！〃　said　Nigel。　　〃We　have　but　to　say　the　word　and
  the　King　would　stop　at　Waverley；　where　he　and　his　court　would　find
  all　that　they　could　wish。〃
  〃Never！〃　cried　the　Lady　Ermyntrude。　　〃It　would　be　shame　and
  disgrace　to　us　forever　if　the　King　were　to　pass　our　door　when　he
  has　graciously　said　that　he　was　fain　to　enter　in。　　Nay；　I　will　do
  it。　　Never　did　I　think　that　I　would　be　forced　to　this；　but　I　know
  that　he　would　wish　it；　and　I　will　do　it。〃
  She　went　to　the　old　iron　coffer；　and　taking　a　small　key　from　her
  girdle　she　unlocked　it。　　The　rusty　hinges；　screaming　shrilly　as
  she　threw　back　the　lid；　proclaimed　how　seldom　it　was　that　she　had
  penetrated　into　the　sacred　recesses　of　her　treasure…chest。　　At　the
  top　were　some　relics　of　old　finery：　a　silken　cloak　spangled　with
  golden　stars；　a　coif　of　silver　filigree；　a　roll　of　Venetian　lace。
  Beneath　were　little　packets　tied　in　silk　which　the　old　lady
  handled　with　tender　care：　a　man's　hunting…glove；　a　child's　shoe；　a
  love…knot　done　in　faded　green　ribbon；　some　letters　in　rude　rough
  script；　and　a　vernicle　of　Saint　Thomas。　　Then　from　the　very　bottom
  of　the　box　she　drew　three　objects；　swathed　in　silken　cloth；　which
  she　uncovered　and　laid　upon　the　table。　　The　one　was　a　bracelet　of
  rough　gold　studded　with　uncut　rubies；　the　second　was　a　gold
  salver；　and　the　third　was　a　high　goblet　of　the　same　metal。
  〃You　have　heard　me　speak　of　these；　Nigel；　but　never　before　have
  you　seen　them；　for　indeed　I　have　not　opened　the　hutch　for　fear
  that　we　might　be　tempted　in　our　great　need　to　turn　them　into
  money。　　I　have　kept　them　out　of　my　sight　and　even　out　of　my
  thoughts。　　But　now　it　is　the　honor　of　the　house　which　calls；　and
  even　these　must　go。　　This　goblet　was　that　which　my　husband；　Sir
  Nele　Loring；　won　after　the　intaking　of　Belgrade　when　he　and　his
  comrades　held　the　lists　from　matins　to　vespers　against　the　flower
  of　the　French　chivalry。　　The　salver　was　given　him　by　the　Earl　of
  Pembroke　in　memory　of　his　valor　upon　the　field　of　Falkirk。〃
  〃And　the　bracelet；　dear　lady？〃
  〃You　will　not　laugh；　Nigel？〃
  〃Nay；　why　should　I　laugh？〃
  〃The　bracelet　was　the　prize　for　the　Queen　of　Beauty　which　was
  given　to　me　before　all　the　high…born　ladies　of　England　by　Sir　Nele
  Loring　a　month　before　our　marriage　…　the　Queen　of　Beauty；　Nigel　…
  I；　old　and　twisted；　as　you　see　me。　　Five　strong　men　went　down
  before　his　lance　ere　he　won　that　trinket　for　me。　　And　now　in　my
  last　years　…　〃
  〃　Nay；　dear　and　honored　lady；　we　will　not　part　with　it。〃
  〃Yes；　Nigel；　he　would　have　it　so。　　I　can　hear　his　whisper　in　my
  ear。　　Honor　to　him　was　everything　…　the　rest　nothing。　　Take　it
  from　me；　Nigel；　ere　my　heart　weakens。　　Tomorrow　you　will　ride　with
  it　to　Guildford；　you　will　see　Thorold　the　goldsmith；　and　you　will
  raise　enough　money　to　pay　for　all　that　we　shall　need　for　the
  King's　coming。〃　　She　turned　her　face　away　to　hide　the　quivering　of
  her　wrinkled　features；　and　the　crash　of　the　iron　lid　covered　the
  sob　which　burst　from　her　overwrought　soul。
  VII。　　HOW　NIGEL　WENT　MARKETING　TO　GUILDFORD
  It　was　on　a　bright　June　morning　that　young　Nigel；　with　youth　and
  springtime　to　make　his　heart　light；　rode　upon　his　errand　from
  Tilford　to　Guildford　town。　　Beneath　him　was　his　great　yellow
  warhorse；　caracoling　and　curveting　as　be　went；　as　blithe　and　free
  of　spirit　as　his　master。　　In　all　England　one　would　scarce　have
  found　upon　that　morning　so　high…mettled　and　so　debonair　a　pair。
  The　sandy　road　wound　through　groves　of　fir；　where　the　breeze　came
  soft　and　fragrant　with　resinous　gums；　or　over　heathery　downs；
  which　rolled　away　to　north　and　to　south；　vast　and　untenanted；　for
  on　the　uplands　the　soil　was　poor　and　water　scarce。　　Over
  Crooksbury　Common　he　passed；　and　then　across　the　great　Heath　of
  Puttenham；　following　a　sandy　path　which　wound　amid　the　bracken　and
  the　heather；　for　he　meant　to　strike　the　Pilgrims'　Way　where　it
  turned　eastward　from　Farnham　and　from　Seale。　　As　he　rode　he
  continually　felt　his　saddle…bag　with　his　hand；　for　in　it；　securely
  strapped；　he　had　placed　the　precious　treasures　of　the　Lady
  Ermyntrude。　　As　he　saw　the　grand　tawny　neck　tossing　before　him；
  and　felt　the　easy　heave　of　the　great　horse　and　heard　the　muffled
  drumming　of　his　hoofs；　he　could　have　sung　and　shouted　with　the　joy
  of　living。
  Behind　him；