The next knight who rode out from the challengers’ end was Sir Amand de la Roche Guemené. As he took up his place, he turned towards Yolande and bowed low to his saddle-bow. "Why, he’s wearing the same colours she’s got on! Well, to be sure, that’s a merry jest! Can’t she find among all our island gentry one to her taste, but she must go giving away her favours to them jackanapes Frenchmen? But ’tis ever the way with your high-born wenches; they always goes after what’s strange, never mind how ugly it be, if only it be something new. It all comes of so many running after them." "Then, Mistress Bremskete, you ought to like those Breton gents, seeing the many suitors you have," said the ready yeoman by her side, with a knowing leer, giving his buxom companion a nudge with his elbow. "Go along with ye, Master Paxhulle! you’re always fooling us poor wenches with your soft tongue." "I’ll have to trounce that Paxhulle, I see," said Tom o’ Kingston savagely, to Humphrey, upon whom the merry glance of Mistress Bremskete, and the leer of her companion, were in no way lost. "I say, that’s Sir John’s nephew there. I do hope he’ll do well! ’Tis a nice youth; but they’re all too young, to my mind. These Breton knights have been well tried in many tilts, and are tough and skilled. But there they go! Good luck go with him--ah!--’Twas well done! He’s a brave youth." After splintering their lances without any further damage, the two cavaliers cantered on to the end of the lists, wheeled round and faced each other, taking the fresh lances handed them by their esquires. Whether it were that young Trenchard really bore himself with greater skill and address, or that his antagonist, out of knightly courtesy to the trusty friend of his host, the Captain of the Wight, forebore to use all his skill and strength, it happened that the three courses were ridden without any mishap beyond a plentiful splintering of lancewood, and a rending of knightly finery. Sir John Trenchard was evidently pleased, and accepted the congratulations of Lord Woodville and Mistress Lisle with but half-dissembled satisfaction. "’Tis a good lad, and will do well," he said, "an the ladies spoil him not; for he is comely, and of fair manners." The next knight to ride out from the challengers’ end was Sir Richard Cornwall, a very powerful, strong knight in magnificent armour. His appearance was greeted with a hum of applause. "Now, that’s what I call a hardy knight, and something like a man. None of your little jackanapes of Frenchmen and raw youth. Look at his bone--look at his breadth of chest. ’Tis a pity he’s an overrun." "But ’tis a strong man he’s got against him. ’Tis Master Meaux o’ Kingston." "Marry! that’s right. ’Tis a good Island name, and he’s a stout Island gentleman, too. ’Twill be a rare tussle." The words of caution were given. The order to go followed, and the two strong figures on their powerful horses met in the midst.