A battle in the days of chivalry was far less destructive than
those of modern times. The loss in both armies at Navaretta did
not amount to six hundred; and on Pedro's side but four Knights
had fallen, of whom Sir Reginald Lynwood was the only Englishman.

On the following day all the four were buried in solemn state, at
the church of the village of Navaretta, Sir Eustace following his
brother's bier, at the head of all the men-at-arms.

On returning to his tent, Eustace found Gaston sitting on his couch,
directing Guy, and old Poitevin, who had the blue crossletted pennon
spread on the ground before him. Eustace expressed his wonder.
"What," exclaimed Gaston, "would I see my Knight Banneret, the
youngest Knight in the army, with paltry pennon! A banneret are
you, dubbed in the open field, entitled to take precedence of all
Knight Bachelors. Here, Leonard, bring that pennon to me, that I
may see if it can be cut square."

"Poor Eleanor's pennon!" said Eustace, sadly.

"Nay, what greater honour can it have than in becoming a banner? I
only grieve that this bloodstain, the noblest mark a banner can bear,
is upon the swallow-tail. But what do I see? You, a belted Knight,
in your plain Esquire's helmet, and the blood-stained surcoat! Ay,
and not even the gilded spurs!" he exclaimed indignantly. "Would
that I had seen you depart! But it was Leonard's fault. Why, man,
knew you not your duty?"

"I am no Squire of Eustace Lynwood," said Ashton.