yourself; for it is true as the legends of the saints, that Tristan
is gone to Carcassonne, riding full speed on the Knight's own black
charger!"

The news seemed to have greater effect in restoring Eustace than any
of Gaston's attentions. He again opened his eyes, and made an effort
to raise his head, as he said, almost instinctively, "Secure the
gates! Warders, to your posts!"

The men stood amazed; and Eustace, rallying, looked around him, and
perceived the state of the case. "Said you they had sent to summon
the enemy?" said he.

"Martin said so," replied Gaston, "and I fear it is but too true."

"Not a moment to be lost!" said Eustace. "Give me some wine!" and
he spoke in a stronger voice, "How many of you are true to King
Edward and to the Prince? All who will not fight to the death in
their cause have free leave to quit this Castle; but, first, a
message must be sent to Bordeaux."

"True, Sir Eustace, but on whom can we rely?" asked Gaston.

"Alas! I fear my faithful Ingram must be slain," said the Knight,
"else this could never have been. Know you aught of him?" he added,
looking anxiously at the men.

The answer was a call from one of the men: "Here, John, don't stand
there grunting like a hog; the Knight is asking for you, don't you
hear?"