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The Lances of Lynwood by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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Bethink you, too, that you will not have the same excuse for sin
as the rude ignorant men you will meet."

"Eustace!" hastily called Reginald, and with a hurried farewell
to all around, the young Squire sprang on horseback, and the troop
rode across the drawbridge. They halted on the mound beyond; Sir
Reginald shook his pennon, till the long white swallow tails
streamed on the wind, then placed it in the hands of Eustace, and
saying, "On, Lances of Lynwood! In the name of God, St. George,
and King Edward, do your devoir;" he spurred his horse forward, as
if only desirous to be out of sight of his own turrets, and forget
the parting, the pain of which still heaved his breast and dimmed
his eye.

A few days brought the troop to Southampton, where John of Gaunt
was collecting his armament, and with it they embarked, crossed to
St. Malo, and thence proceeded to Bordeaux, but there found that
the Prince of Wales had already set forth, and was waiting for his
brother at Dax.

Advancing immediately, at the end of three days they came in sight
of the forces encamped around that town. Glorious was the scene
before them, the green plain covered in every direction with white
tents, surmounted with the banners or pennons of their masters,
the broad red Cross of St. George waving proudly in the midst,
and beside it the royal Lions and Castles of the two Spanish
monarchies. To the south, the snowy peaks of the Pyrenees began
to gleam white like clouds against the sky, and the gray sea-line
to the west closed the horizon. Eustace drew his rein, and gazed
in silent admiration, and Gaston, riding by his side, pointed out
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