Our names will be called in question! Leonard, on your duty--Ha!
have a care! there!"

These last words were broken short, as Gaston, rushing forwards to
his master's side, overthrew the table, which carried Sir Philip with
it in the fall, and he lay prostrate under the boards, a stumbling-
block to a stream of eager combatants, who one after another dashed
against him, fell, and either rose again, or remained kicking and
struggling with each other.

After several minutes' confused fighting, the tumult cleared away,
as it were, leaving the principals on each side opposite to each
other, and as the fortune of the day rested on their conflict, all
became gradually fixed in attention, resting upon their weapons, in
readiness at any moment to renew their own portion of the combat.

Fulk, tall and robust, had far more the appearance of strength than
his slenderly-made antagonist, but three years in the school of
chivalry had not been wasted by Eustace, and the sword of Du Guesclin
was in a hand well accustomed to its use. Old Ralph was uttering
under his breath ecstatic exclamations: "Ha! Well struck! A rare
foil--a perfect hit--Have a care--Ah! there comes my old blow--That
is right--Old Sir Henry's master-stroke-- There--one of your new
French backstrokes--but it told--Oh! have a care--The Saints guard--
Ay--There--Follow it up! Hurrah for Lynwood!" as Fulk tottered,
slipped, sank on one knee, and receiving a severe blow on the head
with the back of the sword, measured his length on the ground.

"Hurrah for Lynwood!" re-echoed through the hall, but Eustace cut
short the clamour at once, by saying, "Peace, my friends, and thanks!