in his fading eyes. "I should die content to see my brother's spurs
so well earned."

"Die! Say not so, my faithful Reginald. Speed, Denis, and send
hither our own leech! I trust you will live to see your son win
his spurs as gallantly!"

"No, my good Lord, I am past the power of leech or surgeon; I feel
that this is my death-wound. I am glad it was in your cause. All
I desire is your protection for my wife--my boy--my brother--"

"Your brother has earned it already," said Edward. "Your child
shall be as my own. But, oh! can nought be done? Hasten the
surgeon hither! Cheer thee, Reginald!--look up! O! would that
Du Guesclin were free, the battle unfought, so that thou wert but
safe, mine own dear brother-in-arms!"

"Where is the Prince?" called a voice from behind. "My Lord, my
Lord, if you come not speedily, there will be foul slaughter made
among the prisoners by your Spanish butcher--King I would say."

"I come, I come, Chandos," answered Edward. "Fare thee well, my
brave Reginald; and you, my new-made Knight, send tidings to my
tent how it is with him."

He pressed Reginald's hand, and sighing deeply, mounted his horse,
and rode off with Sir John Chandos, leaving the wounded Knight to
the care of his own followers.

The stream of blood was flowing fast, life was ebbing away, and