"But in the meantime," said Clarenham, "we must be content to take
that, as well as much besides, on your own assertion, Sir Eustace.
Once more, Master Leonard Ashton, let me hear your testimony, as to
the dying words of Sir Reginald Lynwood. I am content to abide by
them."

"Come, Leonard," said his father, who had been whispering with him
all this time, "speak up; you may be grieved to disappoint a once-
friendly companion, but you could not help the defect of your ears."

"Sir Philip, I pray you not to prompt your son," said Eustace.
"Stand forth, Leonard, on your honour. Did you or did you not
hear the words of my brother, as he lay on the bank of the Zadorra?"

Leonard half rose, as if to come towards him, but his father held
him fast; he looked down, and muttered, "Ay, truly, I heard Sir
Reginald say somewhat."

"Tell it out, then."

"He thanked the Prince for knighting you--he prayed him to have
charge of his wife and child--he bade Gaston not to return to evil
courses," said Leonard, bringing out his sentences at intervals.

"And afterwards," said Eustace sternly--"when the Prince was gone?
On your honour, Leonard."

Leonard almost writhed himself beneath the eyes that Eustace kept
steadily fixed on him. "Somewhat--somewhat he might have said of
knightly training for his son--but--but what do I know?" he added,