"I know you of old for a prudent man," said the Prince, smiling;
"the Provost Marshal hath no acquaintance with that gallant little
band. Methinks I see there a fair face like enough to yours to
belong to another loyal Lynwood."

"I could wish it were a little browner and more manly, my Lord,"
said Reginald. "It is my brother Eustace, who has been suffered
(I take shame to myself for it) to tarry at home as my Lady's page,
till he looks as white as my Lady herself."

"We will soon find a cure for that in the sun of Castile," said
Edward. "You are well provided with Squires. The men of Somerset
know where good training is to be found for their sons."

"This, my Lord, is the son of Sir Philip Ashton, a loyal Knight of
our country."

"He is welcome," said the Prince. "We have work for all. Let me
see you this evening at supper in my tent."

"Well, Eustace, what sayest thou?" said Gaston, as the Prince rode on.

"A Prince to dream of, a Prince for whom to give a thousand lives!"
said Eustace.

"And that was the Prince of Wales!" said Leonard. "Why, he spoke
just like any other man."

The two tents of the Lances of Lynwood having been erected, and all
arrangements made, the Knights and Squires set out for the Prince's