so noble hands. I can no longer endure the light of day."

"Because you have been overcome?" asked Montfaucon. Sintram shook
his head.

"Or is it, rather, because you have committed an unknightly action?"

The glow of shame that overspread the youth's countenance said yes to
this.

"But you should not on that account wish to die," continued
Montfaucon. "You should rather wish to live, that you may prove your
repentance, and make your name illustrious by many noble deeds; for
you are endowed with a bold spirit and with strength of limb, and
also with the eagle-glance of a chieftain. I should have made you a
knight this very hour, if you had borne yourself as bravely in a good
cause as you have just now in a bad. See to it, that I may do it
soon. You may yet become a vessel of high honour."

A joyous sound of shawms and silver rebecks interrupted his
discourse. The lady Gabrielle, bright as the morning, had now come
down from the ship, surrounded by her maidens; and, instructed in a
few words by Folko who was his late foe, she took the combat as some
mere trial of arms, saying, "You must not be cast down, noble youth,
because my wedded lord has won the prize; for be it known to you,
that in the whole world there is but one knight who can boast of not
having been overcome by the Baron of Montfaucon. And who can say,"
continued she, sportively, "whether even that would have happened,
had he not set himself to win back the magic ring from me, his lady-
love, destined to him, as well by the choice of my own heart as by