“How well I remember,” continued Eleanor, “that first sight of the great Earl. My brothers had teased me for going so far north, and told me the English were mere rude islanders—boorish, and unlettered; but, child as I was, scarce eleven years old, I could perceive the nobleness of the Earl. ‘If all thy new subjects be like him,’ said my brother to me, ‘thou wilt reign over a race of kings.’ And how good he was to me when I wept at leaving my home and friends! How he framed his tongue to speak my own Castillian to me; how he comforted me, when the Queen, my mother-in-law, required more dignity of me than I yet knew how to assume; and how he chid my boy bridegroom for showing scant regard for his girl bride!” said Eleanor, smiling at the recollection, as the beloved wife of eleven years could well afford to do. “I mind me well that he found me weeping, because my Edward had tied the scarf I gave him on the neck of one of those very dogs, and the fatherly counsel he gave me. Ah, Leonillo, thy wise wistful face brings back many thoughts to my mind! I am glad I may honour thee for fidelity!” “Indeed you may, Lady,” said Richard. “It was he that above all saved my life.” “Prithee let me hear,” said the Princess, who had already so moved on, while herself speaking, as to draw Richard into walking with her along the path that had been cleared under the beech trees. “We have so much longed to know thy fate.” “I cannot tell you much, Lady,” returned Richard. “The last thing I recollect on that dreadful day was, that my father asked for quarter—for us—for my brother Henry and me. We heard the reply: ‘No quarter for traitors!’ and Henry fell before us a dead man. My father shouted, ‘By the arm of St. James, it is time for me to die!’ I saw him, with his sword in both hands, cut down a wild Welshman who was rushing on me. Then I saw no more, till in the moonlight I was awakened by this dog’s cool tongue licking the blood from my face, and heard his low whining over me.” “Good dog, good dog!” murmured Eleanor, caressing the animal. “And thou, Richard, thou wert sorely wounded?”