"Enough, enough, Don Martin," cried the prince.
"It is a sorry sight to see so true a knight pleading in so false a cause.
We know the doings of our cousin Charles.
We know that while with the right hand he takes our fifty thousand crowns for the holding of the passes open, he hath his left outstretched to Henry of Trastamare, or to the King of France, all ready to take as many more for the keeping them closed.
I know our good Charles, and, by my blessed name-saint the Confessor, he shall learn that I know him.
He sets his kingdom up to the best bidder, like some scullion farrier selling a glandered horse.
He is----"
"My lord," cried Don Martin,
"I cannot stand there to hear such words of my master.
Did they come from other lips, I should know better how to answer them."
Don Pedro frowned and curled his lip, but the prince smiled and nodded his approbation.
"Your bearing and your words, Don Martin, are such I should have looked for in you," he remarked.
"You will tell the king, your master, that he hath been paid his price and that if he holds to his promise he hath my word for it that no scath shall come to his people, nor to their houses or gear.
If, however, we have not his leave, I shall come close at the heels of this message without his leave, and bearing a key with me which shall open all that he may close."
He stooped and whispered to Sir Robert Knolles and Sir Huge Calverley, who smiled as men well pleased, and hastened from the room.
"Our cousin Charles has had experience of our friendship," the prince continued, "and now, by the Saints! he shall feel a touch of our displeasure.
I send now a message to our cousin Charles which his whole kingdom may read.
Let him take heed lest worse befall him.
Where is my Lord Chandos?
Ha, Sir John, I commend this worthy knight to your care.
You will see that he hath refection, and such a purse of gold as may defray his charges, for indeed it is great honor to any court to have within it so noble and gentle a cavalier.
How say you, sire?" he asked, turning to the Spanish refugee, while the herald of Navarre was conducted from the chamber by the old warrior.
"It is not our custom in Spain to reward pertness in a messenger," Don Pedro answered, patting the head of his greyhound.
"Yet we have all heard the lengths to which your royal generosity runs."
"In sooth, yes," cried the King of Majorca.
"Who should know it better than we?" said Don Pedro bitterly, "since we have had to fly to you in our trouble as to the natural protector of all who are weak."
"Nay, nay, as brothers to a brother," cried the prince, with sparkling eyes.
"We doubt not, with the help of God, to see you very soon restored to those thrones from which you have been so traitorously thrust."
"When that happy day comes," said Pedro, "then Spain shall be to you as Aquitaine, and, be your project what it may, you may ever count on every troop and every ship over which flies the banner of Castile."
"And," added the other, "upon every aid which the wealth and power of Majorca can bestow."
"Touching the hundred thousand crowns in which I stand your debtor," continued Pedro carelessly, "it can no doubt----"
"Not a word, sire, not a word!" cried the prince.
"It is not now when you are in grief that I would vex your mind with such base and sordid matters.
I have said once and forever that I am yours with every bow-string of my army and every florin in my coffers."
"Ah! here is indeed a mirror of chivalry," said Don Pedro.
"I think, Sir Fernando, since the prince's bounty is stretched so far, that we may make further use of his gracious goodness to the extent of fifty thousand crowns.
Good Sir William Felton, here, will doubtless settle the matter with you."
The stout old English counsellor looked somewhat blank at this prompt acceptance of his master's bounty.
"If it please you, sire," he said, "the public funds are at their lowest, seeing that I have paid twelve thousand men of the companies, and the new taxes--the hearth-tax and the wine-tax-- not yet come in.
If you could wait until the promised help from England comes----"
"Nay, nay, my sweet cousin," cried Don Pedro.
"Had we known that your own coffers were so low, or that this sorry sum could have weighed one way or the other, we had been loth indeed----"
"Enough, sire, enough!" said the prince, flushing with vexation.
"If the public funds be, indeed, so backward, Sir William, there is still, I trust, my own private credit, which hath never been drawn upon for my own uses, but is now ready in the cause of a friend in adversity.
Go, raise this money upon our own jewels, if nought else may serve, and see that it be paid over to Don Fernando."
"In security I offer----" cried Don Pedro.
"Tush! tush!" said the prince.
"I am not a Lombard, sire.
Your kingly pledge is my security, without bond or seal.
But I have tidings for you, my lords and lieges, that our brother of Lancaster is on his way for our capital with four hundred lances and as many archers to aid us in our venture.