Simon had never seen a braver menace of war. The sunlight gleamed on
coats of many-tinted silk, on armor rich with gilding, on shields whose
gayly painted spaces were so many brave pages from the armorial of
France. Iris was outvied. Cloth of gold and cloth of silver glittered;
stuffs of flame color, sea color, corn color, blood color dazzled the
day; even the Athenian eyes, inured to vivid pigments seen in full
sunlight, ached in the play of hue. All the knights were clad as for
a tournament, save that they did not carry on their helmets the huge
and grotesque crests which made the mimic fight fantastic, for these,
though skilfully fashioned of light wicker-work and painted leather,
would have proved too cumbrous and too bulky in the hour of actual
combat.
Duke Baldwin rode at the head of his knights, with his visor exalted,
and his companions, the Knight of the Fish, the Knight of the Lizard,
the Knight of the Griffin, knights of all conceivable creatures that
blazoners and crest-builders had taken into their whimsical kingdom,
rode in Duke Baldwin's train and cried their war-cries into the ears
of a delighted audience. The Athenians, then as ever eager for new
things, and rejoicing in show, lined the streets and applauded lustily
as the pageant of war passed by. The knights rode to the fight as to
a feast, full of mirth. On every side jest challenged laughter and
laughter answered jest. Sir Guy, Sir Jaufre, Sir Ambrose, Sir Gaston,
Sir Raymond made merry one with another, and blew kisses to such girls
as had fair faces among the gazing throng. It was true that some lords
were missing from Duke Baldwin's following. Andronicus Palæologus,
pompous exile, had asserted that the quarrel was none for him to meddle
with and had taken shipping for Nauplia; Demetrius of Epirus had stolen
away by night to Thebes to lend such dignity as his name could give
to the Catalan rally. But no one seemed to remember or to regret the
fugitive or the traitor, and no one seemed to think any but mirthful
thoughts or to speak other than mirthful words.
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