"Ay truly. Thy fortune’s made, lad. We’ve come from the Lord Captain to inquire into thy estate, and to bring thee these dainties from his own table, in case thy wounds allow of thine eating." "Grammercy," cried Ralph joyously, "my varlet hath but now gone out to get me some provender, for I feel parlous hungry." "Then here’s what will tickle thy gizzard right merrily. John, bring in the cates." A serving-man entered bearing a basket, out of which he took first a very clean damask cloth; this he spread neatly on a table, which he placed close to the bed; then he took out a dish covered with a plate. he put a knife and fork and winecup by the side of the plate, which he removed, and disclosed two large salmon trout, with a garnish of fresh watercresses. A flagon of ruby red Burgundy followed, flanked by some tasty-looking rolls, fresh butter, and cheese. "There, my friend, there’s a dainty little banquet for thee; eat, drink, and get well," said Richard. Ralph sat up, he had his head bandaged. He felt in his wallet for his purse, and handed the servingman a groat, and then he attacked the food with all the ardour of a healthy appetite, contented with himself and all the world. Whilst their new comrade was refreshing himself, the other pages talked of all their pastimes and occupations, and freely discussed the virtues and failings of their companions and superiors. They made no secret of their dislike of Eustace Bowerman, and utter contempt for Willie Newenhall. "I tell you what, Lisle, when you’re quite game again, we’ll get up a tilt between you and Bowerman, and I’ll bet my greyhound pup to what you like, you’ll beat him," said Maurice Woodville. "But I have never tilted yet," said Ralph, rather ashamed of the admission. "Oh, what matter; you sit your horse like a stout jockey, and you’ll very soon learn where to place your lance. Old Tom o’ Kingston’ll soon teach you that, trust him!" cried Richard Cheke. "Shall I get into a scrape with Sir Jack in Harness, as you call him?" "No fear. Old Jack is a right good chap, and he’ll stand your friend. He knew you were put up to that game by one of us, and I don’t doubt he knows very well which it was; but even had you done it yourself, what you did just now will make him your friend for life. He’s a tough old ironsides. His father was constable of Carisbrooke Castle in good Duke Humphrey’s time, and he’s seen a lot of hard knocks. There’s not much he loves, but he dearly loveth a hard fight, and my Uncle Woodville." "Ay, marry he doth," said Richard; "and you’ve shown him you’re made of good stuff for the one, and saved the life of the other."