and caitiff! out of my path! or learn what it is to oppose the
wrath of Kings!" cried Pedro.

Eustace grasped his sword. "Sir King, you must win your way to him
through my body."

At this moment one of the attendants whispered, "_El Principe, Senor
Rey_," and, in a few seconds more, the Black Prince, with a few
followers, rode towards the spot.

Hastily dismounting, Pedro threw himself on his knees to thank him for
the victory; but Edward, leaping from his horse, raised him, saying,
"It is not to me, but to the Giver of victories, that you should return
thanks;" and Eustace almost shuddered to see him embrace the
blood-thirsty monster, who, still intent on his prey, began the next
moment, "Here, Senor Prince, is the chief enemy--here is the disturber
of kingdoms--Du Guesclin himself--and there stands a traitorous boy of
your country, who resolutely refuses to yield him to my just vengeance."

As Pedro spoke, the Prince exchanged with Sir Bertrand the courteous
salutation of honourable enemies, and then said, in a quiet, grave
tone, "It is not our English custom to take vengeance on prisoners of
war."

"My Lord," said Eustace, stepping forward, as the Prince looked towards
him, "I deliver the prisoner into your princely hands."

"You have our best thanks, Sir Squire," said the Prince. "You are the
young Lynwood, if I remember right. Where is your brother?"

"Alas! my Lord, here he lies, sorely hurt," said Eustace, only anxious
to be rid of prisoner and Prince, and to return to Reginald, who by
this time had, by the care of Gaston, been recalled to consciousness.

"Is it so? I grieve to hear it!" said Edward, with a face of deep
concern, advancing to the wounded Knight, bending over him, and taking
his hand, "How fares it with you, my brave Reginald?"

"Poorly enough, my Lord," said the Knight, faintly; "I would I could
have taken King Henry--"

"Lament not for that," said the Prince, "but receive my thanks for the
prize of scarcely less worth, which I owe to your arms."

"What mean you, my Lord? Not Sir Bertrand du Guesclin; I got nothing
from him but my death-blow."

"How is this then?" said Edward; "it was from your young brother that I
received him."

"Speak, Eustace!" said Sir Reginald, eagerly, and half raising himself;
"Sir Bertrand your prisoner? Fairly and honourably? Is it possible?"

"Fairly and honourably, to that I testify," said Du Guesclin. "He
knelt before you, and defended your pe