The service at an end, he received more than one kind greeting
from his brother's friends, and one of them, Sir Richard Ferrars,
a fine old man, whose iron-gray locks contrasted with his ruddy
complexion, led him forward to present him to the Prince of Wales.

"Welcome! our new-made Knight," said Edward. "Brave comrades, I
present to you the youngest brother of our order, trusting you
will not envy him for having borne off the fairest rose of our
chaplet of Navaretta."

Bertrand du Guesclin, who stood among the throng of nobles around
the Prince, was the first to come forward and shake Eustace by the
hand, saying with a laugh, "Nay, my Lord, this is the first time the
ugliest Knight in France has been called by such a name. However,
young Sir, may you win and wear many another."

"That scarcely may be a sincere wish, Messire Bertrand," said the
Duke of Lancaster, "unless you mean roses of love instead of roses
of war. And truly, with his face, and the fame he owes to you,
methinks he will not find our damsels at Bordeaux very hard of
heart. See, he blushes, as if we had guessed his very thought."

"Truly, my Lord John," said old Sir John Chandos sternly, "a man
may well blush to hear a son of King Edward talk as if such
trifling were the reward of knighthood. His face and his fame
forsooth! as if he were not already in sufficient danger of being
cockered up, like some other striplings on whom it has pleased
his Highness to confer knighthood for as mere a chance as this."

"You have coloured his cheek in good earnest," said the Captal de