of the other. So it is. Speed to Maitre Ferry, the armourer,
and bid him come promptly."

"And lie you still on your couch meanwhile, Master d'Aubricour,"
said Guy, "or there will soon be another Squire missing among
the Lances of Lynwood."

"I marvel at you, d'Aubricour," said Leonard, looking up from a
pasty, which he was devouring with double relish, to make up for
past privations, "I marvel that you should thus weary yourself,
with your fresh wound, and all for nought."

"Call you our brave young banneret nought? Shame on thee! All
England should be proud of him, much more his friend and companion."

"I wish Eustace Lynwood well with all my heart," said Leonard, "but
I see not why he is to be honoured above all others. Yourself,
Gaston, so much older, so perfect in all exercises, you who fought
with this Frenchman too, of whom they make so much, the Prince
might as well have knighted you, as Eustace, who would have been
down in another moment had not I made in to the rescue. Methinks
if I had been the Prince, I would have inquired upon whom knighthood
would sit the best."

"And the choice would have been the same," said Gaston. "Not only
was Sir Eustace the captor of Messire Bertrand, whereas my luck
was quite otherwise; but what would knighthood have availed the
wandering landless foreigner, as you courteously term me, save to
fit me for the leadership of a band of _routiers_, and unfit me
for the office of an Esquire, which I do, as you say, understand