"I knew my advice would be distasteful to your majesty, but I deemed it my duty to give it." "No more!" cried the king. "Quell this mutinous spirit in your men, Lesley--quell it, by whatever means you can. Mark well what I say, and fail not to repeat it. When we have routed the rebels--and we _shall_ rout them--those who have fought best for me shall receive the highest reward." Before Lesley could make any reply, Pitscottie approached his majesty. "Where are your Highlanders, colonel?" demanded Charles. "Drawn up in the college green, sire. I await your orders to march them to the place of Muster." "Have they heard that Cromwell is at hand?" "Ay, sire; and they are eager to meet him." "No discontent among them--ha?" "Discontent! No, sire. They were never in better spirits. All they desire is to prove their zeal to your majesty, and use their broadswords against the foe." "Brave fellows!" exclaimed Charles, glancing significantly at Lesley. "They shall serve as my body-guard to-day." CHAPTER IX. OF THE GRAND MUSTER AT PITCHCROFT. Ever since the old city of Worcester was built and encircled by walls, Pitchcroft has afforded its inhabitants a delightful place for exercise and recreation. On this broad, flat plain, bounded on the west by the Severn, and completely overlooked by a natural terrace on the further bank of the river, many a grand tournament has been held in the days of our earlier monarchs. Magnificent pavilions and galleries have been reared upon the wide mead--splendid cavalcades have come forth from the city gates--nobles, knights, squires, jesters, and fair dames--and many a lance has been splintered at the royal jousts of Worcester. In 1225, these displays incurred the displeasure of the Church--a grand tournament being held on Pitchcroft in that year, when all the noble personages concerned in it were excommunicated by Bishop Blois. Sports and pastimes of all kinds have been familiar to the plain from time immemorial--games which, by a pretty figure of speech, have been described as Olympian, and which, we rejoice to say, are not altogether discontinued. Not only has Pitchcroft been the scene of many a knightly encounter and many a festive meeting, but when the loyal city was invested, it witnessed frequent conflicts between Cavaliers and Roundheads, and one well-fought action, in which the fiery Rupert took part. On the morning appointed for the Muster, Pitchcroft was even more thronged than it had been on the previous Sunday, and presented a far gayer and more animated appearance. A great number of troops was assembled there, while the new levies were continually pouring into the plain through Foregate-street. Before proceeding to the place of rendezvous, the recruits entered the city, and halted for a time in the area near the Cross, where their numbers were registered by the mayor and the sheriff, who acted as commissioners.