t Frenchmen shall be
called the better man."

"Then I'm that already, lad," answered the great yeoman with a grin as
he set his teeth in the apple. "For, look you, having served at Court
I've learned how to lie, and shall swear I never wasted shaft, whereas
you, being country born, may own to a miss or two for shame's sake. Or,
likelier still, those French will have one or both of us in their bag.
If all tales are true, there is such a countless host of them that we
few English shall not see the sky for arrows."

Dick shrugged his shoulders and was about to answer when suddenly a
sound of shouting deep and glad rose from the serried companies upon
their left. Then the voice of an officer was heard calling:

"Line! Line! The King comes!"

Another minute and over the crest of a little rise appeared Edward of
England clad in full armour. He wore a surtout embroidered with the
arms of England and France, but his helm hung at his saddle-bow that
all might see his face. He was mounted, not on his war steed, but on a
small, white, ambling palfrey, and in his hand he bore a short baton.
With him came two marshalls, gaily dressed, and a slim young man clad
from head to foot in plain black armour, and wearing a great ruby in his
helm, whom all knew for Edward, Prince of Wales.

On he rode, acknowledging the cheering of his soldiers with smiles and
courtly bows, till at length he pulled rein just in front of the triple
line of archers, among whom were mingled some knights and men-at-arms,
for the order of battle was not yet fully set. Just then, on the plain
beneath, riding from out the shelter of some trees and, as they thought,
beyond the reach of arrows, appeared four splendid French knights, and
with them a few squires. There they halted, taking stock, it would seem,
of the disposition of the English army.

"Who are those that wear such fine feathers?" asked the King.

"One is the Lord of Bazeilles," answered a marshall. "I can see the monk
upon his crest, but the blazons of the others I cannot read. They spy
upon us, Sire; may we sally out and take them?"

"Nay," answered Edward, "their horses are fresher than ours; let them
go, for pray God we shall see them closer soon."

So the French knights, having stared their full, turned and rode away
slowly. But one of their squires did otherwise. Dismounting from his
horse, which he left with another squire to hold, he ran forward a
few paces to the crest of a little knoll