St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and PoitiersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and Poitiers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Great Britain -- History -- Edward III, 1327-1377 -- Fiction
The event justified the Prince of Wales' confidence; at the commencement
of the struggle Ralph Smith tried to beat down his opponent by sheer
strength as he had done his prior opponents, but to his surprise he
found that all his efforts could not break down his opponent's guard.
Walter indeed did not appear to take advantage of his superior lightness
and activity, but to prefer to prove that in strength as well as skill
he was equal to his antagonist. In the latter respect there was no
comparison, for as soon as the smith began to relax his rain of blows
Walter took the offensive and with a sweeping blow, given with all his
strength, broke down his opponent's guard and smote him with such force
upon his steel cap that, blunted as the sword was, it clove through the
iron, and stretched the smith senseless on the ground. A loud shout
broke from the assemblage. The marshal came up to Walter, and removing
his helmet, led him to the royal pavilion, while Ralph was carried to a
tent near, where a leech attended to his wound.
CHAPTER VI.
THE MELEE.
"You have won your prize stoutly and well, sir 'prentice," the king
said. "I should not have deemed it possible that one of your age could
have smitten such a blow, and right glad should I be of a few hundred
lads of your mettle to follow me against the French. What is your
calling?"
"I am an armorer, my liege," Walter answered.
"An you are as good at mending armor as you are at marring it," the king
said, "you will be a rare craftsman one of these days. 'Tis a rare pity
so promising a swordsman should be lost to our army. Wouldst like to
change your calling, boy, and take to that of arms?"
"It is my hope to do so, sir," Walter answered modestly, "and his grace
the Prince of Wales has already promised me that I shall some day ride
behind him to the wars."
"Ah! Edward," the king ejaculated, "how is this? Have you been already
enlisting a troop for the wars?"
"No, sir," the young prince replied, "but one day, now some four years
since, when I was riding with my Lord Talbot and others in the fields
near the Tower, I did see this lad lead his play-fellows to the assault
of an earthen castle held by others, and he fought so well and gallantly
that assuredly no knight could have done better, until he was at last
stricken senseless, and when he recovered I told him that should he
choose to be a man-at-arms I would enlist him in my following to the
wars."
The king laughed.
"I deemed not that the lads of the city indulged in such rough sports;
but I wonder not, seeing that the contingent which my good city of
London furnishes me is ever one of the best in my army. We shall see the
lad at work again to-morrow and will then talk more of it. Now let us
bestow upon him the prize that he has so well earned."
Walter bent on one knee, and the queen handed to him a sword of the best
Spanish steel, which was the prize given by the city to the victor. The
king handed him a heavy purse of gold pieces, saying:
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