There was a shout of applause from every one. The two lances flew up into a thousand splinters, the two horses fell back on their haunches, and the steel-clad figures, erect and firm, wheeling them round, rode back for fresh spears. "’Twill be a marvel an one of them does not get an ugly knock," said Humphrey. "Ay, marry will it; they’re tough men-at-arms--but I wish one o’ them splinters would hit that Paxhulle in the eye!" said Tom o’ Kingston savagely; "it ’ud stop his leering for some time." Once more the signal was given, and this time something was bound to go. The shock was tremendous. "Holy Thomas! he’s off! he’s down! Mercy! but ’twas a fine stroke! Ah! my gay gentleman, but you’re on your back now. Well done, Master Meaux! The Island for ever! A Meaux! A Meaux!" The shouts of joy and the braying of the trumpets were long sustained and hearty. It was the first triumph of the popular side, and the enthusiasm was intense. Sir Richard Cornwall had been overthrown without any disgrace to himself. In such a shock it was clear that every leather and strap of the horses’ harness would be tried to the uttermost, and the girth of his saddle breaking, and the poitral also, he was borne backwards over the crupper to the ground, saddle and all going with him, and his horse nearly falling over backwards; for, like the good knight he was, he never let go of the reins. "’Twas a pity Master Meaux was not matched against the Frenchman," said Humphrey. "Ay; but he’ll have to meet him before all’s done. Who’s coming now? Oh, I see, ’tis Master Bruyn. He won’t be o’ no account; he’s been brought up too soft," commented Tom o’ Kingston. The first Breton knight now rode out again. It looked ominous for the Squire of Affeton. But as if divining the popular wish, and in no way desirous of winning fame only at the spear-point, Sir Alain de Kervignac rode the three courses with great skill of horsemanship, but little exercise of strength. And so the Island knight got off scatheless and with honour. "He’s a right gentle knight that Breton. He could have knocked that poor youth all to pieces had he liked; he’s as courteous as he’s stout." And all the crowd agreed with Master Paxhulle, and shouted their approval. There still remained five knights, without counting Bowerman, Newenhall, and Ralph, who were eager to try their prowess with the challengers. The day was getting on; there did not seem a chance of being able to finish the courses unless some of the combatants were disabled in their first tilt. This became apparent to the knights-challengers. They therefore said that as enough had been done for courtesy and love of the ladies, and time was getting on, they would now tilt hardily, and sparing neither man nor horse, and that as they knew there were some youths among their antagonists, they gave this notice to prevent their being hurt.