you supped?"

The evening passed off very happily to the little page, who, quite
reassured by his uncle's consolations, only thought of the delight
of being with one who seemed to supply to him the place at once of
an elder brother and of a father.

Early the next morning, Eustace walked with him to the palace. Just
before he reached it, he made this inquiry, "Arthur, do you often see
the Lady Agnes de Clarenham?"

"Oh, yes, I am with her almost every afternoon. She hears me read,
she helps me with my French words, and teaches me courtly manners.
I am her own page and servant--but, here we are. This is the door
that leads to the room of Master Michael de Sancy, the master of
the Damoiseaux."






CHAPTER XII



The next few days were spent in taking precautions against the
danger intimated by the mysterious message. Gaston gathered
together a few of the ancient Lances of Lynwood, who were glad to
enlist under the blue crosslet, and these, with some men-at-arms,