brother, and to summon me to his tent. I leave you the more
willingly that I think you have no mind for guests this evening.
Farewell. I hope to be better acquainted."

Eustace had little heart to answer, but he took up Du Guesclin's
sword, as if to return it to him. "Keep it, Sir Knight," said
Bertrand, "you know how to wield it. I am in some sort your
godfather in chivalry, and I owe you a gift. Let me have yours,
that my side may not be without its wonted companion. Farewell."

"And, Sir Eustace Lynwood," said Sir William Beauchamp, riding up,
"you will advance to Navaretta, where we take up our quarters in
the French camp. I grieve for the loss which has befallen us this
day; but I trust our chivalry has gained an equally worthy member."

Eustace bowed and, whilst Messire Bertrand mounted a horse that had
been brought for his use, turned back to his own melancholy duties.
The body of Sir Reginald was raised from the ground, and placed on
the levelled lances of four of his men, and Eustace then assisted
Gaston to rise. He tottered, leant heavily against the young Knight,
and was obliged to submit to be lifted to the saddle; but neither
pain, grief, nor faintness could check his flow of talk.

"Well, Eustace,--Sir Eustace, I would say,--you have seen somewhat
of the chances of war."

"The mischances you mean, Gaston."

"I tell you, many a man in this host would have given his whole
kindred for such luck as has befallen you. To cross swords with Du