〃What　you　say；　Walter；　is　right　and　fair；〃　said　the　King。　　〃Master
  Chandos；　you　will　tell　our　champion　yonder　what　hath　been
  arranged。　　You　will　advise　him　also　that　it　is　our　royal　will　that
  this　contest　be　not　fought　upon　the　bridge；　since　it　is　very　clear
  that　it　must　end　in　one　or　both　going　over　into　the　river；　but
  that　he　advance　to　the　end　of　the　bridge　and　fight　upon　the　plain。
  You　will　tell　him　also　that　a　blunted　lance　is　sufficient　for　such
  an　encounter；　but　that　a　hand…stroke　or　two　with　sword　or　mace　may
  well　be　exchanged；　if　both　riders　should　keep　their　saddles。　　A
  blast　upon　Raoul's　horn　shall　be　the　signal　to　close。〃
  Such　ventures　as　these　where　an　aspirant　for　fame　would　wait　for
  days　at　a　cross…road；　a　ford；　or　a　bridge；　until　some　worthy
  antagonist　should　ride　that　way；　were　very　common　in　the　old　days
  of　adventurous　knight　erranty；　and　were　still　familiar　to　the
  minds　of　all　men　because　the　stories　of　the　romancers　and　the
  songs　of　the　trouveres　were　full　of　such　incidents。　　Their　actual
  occurrence　however　had　become　rare。　　There　was　the　more　curiosity；
  not　unmixed　with　amusement；　in　the　thoughts　of　the　courtiers　as
  they　watched　Chandos　ride　down　to　the　bridge　and　commented　upon
  the　somewhat　singular　figure　of　the　challenger。　　His　build　was
  strange；　and　so　also　was　his　figure；　for　the　limbs　were　short　for
  so　tall　a　man。　　His　head　also　was　sunk　forward　as　if　he　were　lost
  in　thought　or　overcome　with　deep　dejection。
  〃This　is　surely　the　Cavalier　of　the　Heavy　Heart；〃　said　Manny。
  〃What　trouble　has　he；　that　he　should　hang　his　head？〃
  〃Perchance　he　hath　a　weak　neck；〃　said　the　King。
  〃At　least　he　hath　no　weak　voice；〃　the　Prince　remarked；　as　Nigel's
  answer　to　Chandos　came　to　their　ears。　　〃By　our　lady；　he　booms　like
  a　bittern。〃
  As　Chandos　rode　back　again　to　the　King；　Nigel　exchanged　the　old
  ash　spear　which　had　been　his　father's　for　one　of　the　blunted
  tournament　lances　which　he　took　from　the　hands　of　a　stout　archer
  in　attendance。　　He　then　rode　down　to　the　end　of　the　bridge　where　a
  hundred…yard　stretch　of　greensward　lay　in　front　of　him。　　At　the
  same　moment　the　Squire　of　Sir　Walter　Manny；　who　had　been　hastily
  armed　by　his　comrades；　spurred　forward　and　took　up　his　position。
  The　King　raised　his　hand；　there　was　a　clang　from　the　falconer's
  horn；　and　the　two　riders；　with　a　thrust　of　their　heels　and　a　shake
  of　their　bridles；　dashed　furiously　at　each　other。　　In　the　center
  the　green　strip　of　marshy　meadowland；　with　the　water　squirting
  from　the　galloping　hoofs；　and　the　two　crouching　men；　gleaming
  bright　in　the　evening　sun；　on　one　side　the　half　circle　of
  motionless　horsemen；　some　in　steel；　some　in　velvet；　silent　and
  attentive；　dogs；　hawks；　and　horses　all　turned　to　stone；　on　the
  other　the　old　peaked　bridge；　the　blue　lazy　river；　the　group　of
  openmouthed　rustics；　and　the　dark　old　manor…house　with　one　grim
  face　which　peered　from　the　upper　window。
  A　good　man　was　John　Widdicombe；　but　he　had　met　a　better　that　day。
  Before　that　yellow　whirlwind　of　a　horse　and　that　rider　who　was
  welded　and　riveted　to　his　saddle　his　knees　could　not　hold　their
  grip。　　Nigel　and　Pommers　were　one　flying　missile；　with　all　their
  weight　and　strength　and　energy　centered　on　the　steady　end　of　the
  lance。　　Had　Widdicombe　been　struck　by　a　thunderbolt　he　could　not
  have　flown　faster　or　farther　from　his　saddle。　　Two　full
  somersaults　did　he　make；　his　plates　clanging　like　cymbals；　ere　he
  lay　prone　upon　his　back。
  For　a　moment　the　King　looked　grave　at　that　prodigious　fall。　　Then
  smiling　once　more　as　Widdicombe　staggered　to　his　feet；　he　clapped
  his　hands　loudly　in　applause。　　〃A　fair　course　and　fairly　run！〃　he
  cried。　　〃The　five　scarlet　roses　bear　themselves　in　peace　even　as　I
  have　seen　them　in　war。　　How　now；　my　good　Walter？　　Have　you　another
  Squire　or　will　you　clear　a　path　for　us　yourself？〃
  Manny's　choleric　face　had　turned　darker　as　he　observed　the
  mischance　of　his　representative。　　He　beckoned　now　to　a　tall
  knight；　whose　gaunt　and　savage　face　looked　out　from　his　open
  bassinet　as　an　eagle　might　from　a　cage　of　steel。
  〃Sir　Hubert；〃　said　he；　〃I　bear　in　mind　the　day　when　you　overbore
  the　Frenchman　at　Caen。　　Will　you　not　be　our　champion　now？〃
  〃When　I　fought　the　Frenchman；　Walter；　it　was　with　naked　weapons；〃
  said　the　knight　sternly。　　〃I　am　a　soldier　and　I　love　a　soldier's
  work；　but　I　care　not　for　these　tiltyard　tricks　which　were　invented
  for　nothing　but　to　tickle　the　fancies　of　foolish　women。〃
  〃Oh；　most　ungallant　speech！〃　cried　the　King。　　〃Had　my　good…consort
  heard　you　she　would　have　arraigned　you　to　appear　at　a　Court　of
  Love　with　a　jury　of　virgins　to　answer　for　your　sins。　　But　I　pray
  you　to　take　a　tilting　spear；　good　Sir　Hubert！〃
  〃I　had　as　soon　take　a　peacock's　feather；　my　fair　lord；　but　I　will
  do　it；　if　you　ask　me。　　Here；　page；　hand　me　one　of　those　sticks；
  and　let　me　see　what　I　can　do。〃
  But　Sir　Hubert　de　Burgh　was　not　destined　to　test　either　his　skill
  or　his　luck。　　The　great　bay　horse　which　he　rode　was　as　unused　to
  this　warlike　play　as　was　its　master；　and　had　none　of　its　master's
  stoutness　of　heart；　so　that　when　it　saw　the　leveled　lance；　the
  gleaming　figure　and　the　frenzied　yellow　horse　rushing　down　upon
  it；　it　swerved；　turned　and　galloped　furiously　down　the　river…bank。
  Amid　roars　of　laughter　from　the　rustics　on　the　one　side　and　from
  the　courtiers　on　the　other；　Sir　Hubert　was　seen；　tugging　vainly　at
  his　bridle；　and　bounding　onward；　clearing　gorse…bushes　and
  heather…clumps；　until　he　was　but　a　shimmering；　quivering　gleam
  upon　the　dark　hillside。　　Nigel；　who　had　pulled　Pommers　on　to　his
  very　haunches　at　the　instant　that　his　opponent　turned；　saluted
  with　his　lance　and　trotted　back　to　the　bridge…head；　where　he
  awaited　his　next　assailant。
  〃The　ladies　would　say　that　a　judgment　hath　fallen　upon　our　good
  Sir　Hubert　for　his　impious　words；〃　said　the　King。
  〃Let　us　hope　that　his　charger　may　be　broken　in　ere　they　venture　to
  ride　out　between　two　armies；〃　remarked　the　Prince。　　〃They　might
  mistake　the　hardness　of　his　horse's　mouth　for　a　softness　of　the
  rider's　heart。　　See　where　he　rides；　still　clearing　every　bush　upon
  his　path。〃
  〃By　the　rood！〃　said　the　King；　〃if　the　bold　Hubert　has　not
  increased　his　repute　as　a　jouster　he　has　gained　great　honor　as　a
  horseman。　　But　the　bridge　is　still　closed；　Walter。　　How　say　you
  now？　　Is　this　young　Squire　never　to　be　unhorsed；　or　is　your　King
  himself　to　lay　lance　in　rest　ere　his　way　can　be　cleared？　　By　the
  head　of　Saint　Thomas！　　I　am　in　the　very　mood　to　run　a　course　with
  this　gentle　youth。〃
  〃Nay；　nay；　sire；　too　much　honor　hath　already　been　done　him！〃　said
  Manny；　looking　angrily　at　the　motionless　horseman。　　〃That　this
  untried　boy　should　be　able　to　say　that　in　one　evening　he　has
  unhorsed　my　Squire；　and　seen　the　back　of　one　of　the　bravest
  knights　in　England　is　surely　enough　to　turn　his　foolish　head。
  Fetch　me　a　spear；　Robert！　　I　will　see　what　I　can　make　of　him。〃
  The　famous　knight　took　the　spear　when　it　was　brought　to　him　as　a
  master…workman　takes　a　tool。　　He　balanced　it；　shook　it　once　or
  twice　in　the　air；　ran　his　eyes　down　it　for　a　flaw　in　the　wood；　and
  then　finally　having　made　sure　of　its　poise　and　weight　laid　it
  carefully　in　rest　under　his　arm。　　Then　gathering　up　his　bridle　so
  as　to　have　his　horse　under　perfect　command；　and　covering　himself
  with　the　shield；　which　was　slung　round　his　neck；　he　rode　out　to　do
  battle。
  Now；　Nigel；　young　and　inexperienced；　all　Nature's　aid　will　not
  help　you　against　the　mixed　craft　and　strength　of　such　a　warrior。
  The　day　will　come　when　neither　Manny　nor　even　Chandos　could　sweep
  you　from　your　saddle；　but　now；　even　had　you　some　less　cumbrous
  armor；　your　chance　were　small。　　Your　downfall　is　near；　but　as　you
  see　the　famous　black　chevrons　on　a　golden　ground　your　gallant
  heart　which　never　knew　fear　is　only　filled　with　joy　and　amazement
  at　the　honor　done　you。　　Your　downfall　is　near；　and　yet　in　your
  wildest　dreams　you　would　never　guess　how　strange　your　downfall　is
  to　be。
  Again　with　a　dull　thunder　of　hoofs　the　horses　gallop　over　the　soft
  water…meadow。　　Again　with　a　clash　of　metal　the　two　riders　meet。
  It　is　Nigel　now；　taken　clean　in　the　face　of　his　helmet　with　the
  blunted　spear；　who　flies　backward　off　his　horse　and　falls　clanging
  on　the　grass。
  But　good　heavens！　what　is　this？　　Manny　has　thrown　up　his　hands　in
  horror　and　the　lance　has　dropped　from　his　nerveless　fingers。　　From
  all　sides；　with　cries　of　dismay；　with　oaths　and　shouts　and
  ejaculations　to　the　saints；　the　horsemen　ride　wildly　in。　　Was　ever
  so　dreadful；　so　sudden；　so　complete；　an　end　to　a　gentle　passage　at
  arms？　　Surely　their　eyes　must　be　at　fault？　　Some　wizard's　trick
  has　been　played　upon　them　to　deceive　their　senses。　　But　no；　it　was
  only　too　clear。　　There　on　the　greensward　lay　the　trunk　of　the
  stricken　cavalier；　and　there；　a　good　dozen　yards　beyond；　lay　his
  helmeted　head。
  〃By　the　Virgin！〃　cried　Manny　wildly；　as　he　jumped　from　his　horse；
  〃I　would　give　my　last　gold　piece　that　the　work　of　this　evening
  should　be　undone！　　How　came　it？　　What　does　it　mean？　　Hither；　my
  Lord　Bishop；　for　surely　it　smacks　of　witchcraft　and　the　Devil。〃
  With　a　white　face　the　Bishop　had　sprung　down　beside　the　prostrate
  body；　pushing　through