Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
"I knew not that thou wert known so well among the knighthood of
England," I answered with a smile. "But come, Michael, thou needst not
to crave pardon of Sir Walter Bradley when thou dost serve such a noble
purpose. The ladies, whether known to us or not, come before all true
knights or gentlemen; and 'tis when we pay respect to them that we do
ennoble ourselves."
"Yis sor," said Michael, as he buckled on my breast plate. "Oi knew
that yer honour would pardon me fer lavin' ye, whin Oi tould what moine
errand was." This as he buckled on a shoulder-piece.
"Uh! what a pity, sor, to have sich armour, with all that gould in it,
dinted with the pint o' a spear," said he, when he had fastened on all
but my helm.
The trumpets now sounded a warning blast, and the heralds rode forth
and entered the lists at the southern extremity, all their gay
trappings tossing in the pleasant morning wind.
Michael, after finishing his employment, by fastening on my sword and
lacing my splendid head-piece, went to the pile of lances, from which
he selected one both straight and heavy, but having no point.
"Not that to-day, Michael; for the rules of this joust do permit of
pointed weapons."
"Uh! sure thin, sor, that impudint Catesby 'll take his dinner with his
master, the divil, this day; fer will do Oi know, sor, that he's the
varmint yer honour's after."
I always forgave Michael for his familiarity; for without it he should
not have been Michael, and never did it harm me. At this remark about
Catesby I merely smiled and said:--"Have a headless spear ready, lest I
do need one also."
"Oi'll do that same, sor; but Oi'd loike to see yon Catesby's blood
upon the pint o' this, sor," and he motioned with his head in the
direction of mine enemy's tent and patted the point of the lance. The
faithful fellow always looked on Catesby as an enemy common to himself
and me.
Again the trumpets rang out full merrily, both long and loud. Then the
heralds, which had halted in the centre of the field, separated, one
remaining in the centre and the other two riding with their backs to
one another until one reached the North and the other the South end of
the lists, where each took his especial post. Then the one which had
remained in the centre called out the rules of this passage of arms.
After the customary prologue, that I ever considered tedious and
unnecessary; for Heaven knows even the balance of these fellow's
speeches is long enough, he at length reached the part that he had set
out to say.
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