"Gentle marshals of France, and you too, Bertrand, yield yourselves to me." "Yonder men are my foes," exclaimed Don Pedro, who accompanied the prince; "it is they who took from me my kingdom, and on them I mean to take vengeance." He came near to have ended his career of vengeance then and there. Du Guesclin, incensed at his words, sprang forward and dealt him so furious a blow with his sword as to hurl him fainting to the ground. Then, turning to the prince, the valiant warrior said, "Nathless, I give up my sword to the most valiant prince on earth." The prince took the sword, and turning to the Captal of Buch, the Navarrese commander, whom Bertrand had years before defeated and captured, bade him keep the prisoner. "Aha, Sir Bertrand," said the Captal, "you took me at the battle of Cocherel, and to-day I've got you." "Yes," retorted Bertrand; "but at Cocherel I took you myself, and here you are only my keeper." Pedro was restored to the throne of Castile,--which he was not long to hold,--and the Prince of Wales returned to Bordeaux, bringing him his prisoner. He treated him courteously enough, but held him in strict captivity, and to Sir Hugh Calverley, who begged that he would release him at a ransom suited to his small estate, he answered,-- "I have no wish for ransom from him. I will have his life prolonged in spite of himself. If he were released he would be in battle again, and always making war." And so Bertrand remained in captivity, until an event occurred of which the chroniclers give us an entertaining story. It is this event which it is our purpose to relate. A day came in which the Prince of Wales and his noble companions, having risen from dinner, were amusing themselves with narratives of daring deeds of arms, striking love-passages, and others of the tales with which the barons of that day were wont to solace their leisure. The talk came round to the story of how St. Louis, when captive in Tunis, had been ransomed with fine gold, paid down by weight. At this point the prince spoke, somewhat unthinkingly. "When a good knight is made prisoner in fair feat of arms," he said, "and sworn to abide prisoner, he should on no account depart without his master's leave. But one should not demand such portion of his substance in ransom as to leave him unable to equip himself again." The Sire de Lebret, who was friendly to Du Guesclin, answered,-- "Noble sire, be not angry if I relate what I have heard said of you in your absence." "By my faith," said the prince, "right little should I love follower of mine, sitting at my table, if he heard a word said against my honor and apprised me not of it." "Sire," answered he of Lebret, "men say that you hold in prison a knight whose name I well know, whom you dare not deliver." "That is true," broke in Oliver de Clisson; "I have heard the same said." The prince heard them with a countenance that reddened with anger.