not to observe his courtesy and address. At length he recollected
himself, and said, "What is your name, young man?"

"Edmund Twyford," replied the youth; "and I have the honour to attend
upon the Lord Fitz-Owen's sons."

"Pray, noble sir," said the youth who first addressed Sir Philip, "are
not you the stranger who is expected by my father?"

"I am, sir," answered he, "and I go to pay my respects to him."

"Will you excuse our attendance, Sir? We have not yet finished our
exercises."

"My dear youth," said Sir Philip, "no apology is necessary; but will
you favour me with your proper name, that I may know to whose courtesy
I am obliged?"

"My name is William Fitz-Owen; that gentleman is my eldest brother,
Master Robert; that other my kinsman, Master Richard Wenlock."

"Very well; I thank you, gentle Sir; I beg you not to stir another
step, your servant holds my horse."

"Farewell, Sir," said Master William; "I hope we shall have the
pleasure of meeting you at dinner."

The youths returned to their sports, and Sir Philip mounted his horse
and proceeded to the castle; he entered it with a deep sigh, and
melancholy recollections. The Baron received him with the utmost