"Is this indeed sooth?" he exclaimed.
"It is, my lord, and I swear it by St. Ives of Brittany."
"I might have known it," said Chandos, twisting his mousetache, and still looking thoughtfully at the cavalier.
"What then, Sir John?" asked the prince.
"Sire, this is a knight whom it is indeed great honor to meet, and I would that your grace would grant me leave to send my squire for my harness, for I would dearly love to run a course with him.
"Nay, nay, Sir John, you have gained as much honor as one man can bear, and it were hard if you could not rest now.
But I pray you, squire, to tell your master that he is very welcome to our court, and that wines and spices will be served him, if he would refresh himself before jousting."
"My master will not drink," said the squire.
"Let him then name the gentleman with whom he would break a spear."
"He would contend with these five knights, each to choose such weapons as suit him best."
"I perceive," said the prince, "that your master is a man of great heart and high of enterprise.
But the sun already is low in the west, and there will scarce be light for these courses.
I pray you, gentlemen, to take your places, that we may see whether this stranger's deeds are as bold as his words."
The unknown knight had sat like a statue of steel, looking neither to the right nor to the left during these preliminaries.
He had changed from the horse upon which he had ridden, and bestrode the black charger which his squire had led beside him.
His immense breadth, his stern composed appearance, and the mode in which he handled his shield and his lance, were enough in themselves to convince the thousands of critical spectators that he was a dangerous opponent.
Aylward, who stood in the front row of the archers with Simon, big John, and others of the Company, had been criticising the proceedings from the commencement with the ease and freedom of a man who had spent his life under arms and had learned in a hard school to know at a glance the points of a horse and his rider.
He stared now at the stranger with a wrinkled brow and the air of a man who is striving to stir his memory.
"By my hilt!
I have seen the thick body of him before to-day.
Yet I cannot call to mind where it could have been.
At Nogent belike, or was it at Auray?
Mark me, lads, this man will prove to be one of the best lances of France, and there are no better in the world."
"It is but child's play, this poking game," said John.
"I would fain try my hand at it, for, by the black rood!
I think that it might be amended."
"What then would you do, John?" asked several.
"There are many things which might be done," said the forester thoughtfully.
"Methinks that I would begin by breaking my spear."
"So they all strive to do."
"Nay, but not upon another man's shield.
I would break it over my own knee." "And what the better for that, old beef and bones?" asked Black Simon.
"So I would turn what is but a lady's bodkin of a weapon into a very handsome club."
"And then, John?"
"Then I would take the other's spear into my arm or my leg, or where it pleased him best to put it, and I would dash out his brains with my club."
"By my ten finger-bones! old John," said Aylward, "I would give my feather-bed to see you at a spear-running.
This is a most courtly and gentle sport which you have devised."
"So it seems to me," said John seriously.
"Or, again, one might seize the other round the middle, pluck him off his horse and bear him to the pavilion, there to hold him to ransom."
"Good!" cried Simon, amid a roar of laughter from all the archers round.
"By Thomas of Kent I we shall make a camp-marshal of thee, and thou shalt draw up rules for our jousting.
But, John, who is it that you would uphold in this knightly and pleasing fashion?"
"What mean you?"
"Why, John, so strong and strange a tilter must fight for the brightness of his lady's eyes or the curve of her eyelash, even as Sir Nigel does for the Lady Loring."
"I know not about that," said the big archer, scratching his head in perplexity.
"Since Mary hath played me false, I can scarce fight for her."
"Yet any woman will serve."
"There is my mother then," said John.
"She was at much pains at my upbringing, and, by my soul! I will uphold the curve of her eyelashes, for it tickleth my very heart-root to think of her.
But who is here?"