Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
My horse, fully caparisoned and impatient, like his master, for the
field, my groom now led to where I stood, by Harleston's side, before
my tent. Hastily mounting I rode down to the barrier gate that gave
entry to the lists.
My friend overtook me as I reached the gate. He was mounted upon a
splendid charger of a chestnut hue, as I could see from the only
visible part of the animal, namely, his legs. Frederick sat his saddle
like an armoured statue. Verily, my children, and without conceit I
say it, to a spectator we looked as though but few upon that field
would have the courage to touch either shield with any other than a
pointless lance.
Much then was my surprise when the gate at the end further from where
we waited, with impatient plumes and restless pennants, was, for some
reason unknown to all of us knights which waited at the North, flung
open, whilst ours remained closed. At this opening in dashed a knight
which, when he came sufficient close, I recognized, by his device, to
be none other than mine old foe, Catesby. Straight he rode up to where
I sat, grinding my teeth together, as silently I cursed my fortune for
preventing me from riding forth to meet him, that I might strike his
shield with my lance's point--for verily did I believe he came thus
soon to foil my purpose by challenging me to fight with pointless
weapon. On he came and, to my great surprise and pleasure, struck he
my shield with the sharp point of his lance.
Ah! my brave sons, ye all do know the pleasure 'tis when, with ring of
shield, ye are informed an enemy hath come to do ye battle.
Now were the separating bars removed, and, as Catesby rode to the far
end at a gentle trot, I entered with alacrity the field.
As Catesby passed the centre of the lists he paused for a moment
whilst, with much grace, he saluted the King, and then the ladies. His
example I followed.
After this came much cheering, and well meant advice, from those which
thought they better understood the game at which we were about to play
than we ourselves did. Most of these warnings came from old warriors
of other days, veterans of our great civil wars.
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