would keep my eyes very much
on the Count of Ferroll, for, depend on it, he is one of those men who
sooner or later will make a noise in the world."

Adriana came up at this moment, leaning on the arm of the Knight of
the Dolphin, better known as Regy Sutton. They came from the tea-room.
Endymion moved away with a cloud on his brow, murmuring to himself, "I
am quite sick of the name of the Count of Ferroll."

The jousting-ground was about a mile from the castle, and though it was
nearly encircled by vast and lofty galleries, it was impossible that
accommodation could be afforded on this spot to the thousands who had
repaired from many parts of the kingdom to the Montfort Tournament. But
even a hundred thousand people could witness the procession from the
castle to the scene of action. That was superb. The sun shone, and not
one of the breathless multitude was disappointed.

There came a long line of men-at-arms and musicians and trumpeters and
banner-bearers of the Lord of the Tournament, and heralds in tabards,
and pursuivants, and then the Herald of the Tournament by himself, whom
the people at first mistook for the Lord Mayor.

Then came the Knight Marshal on a caparisoned steed, himself in a
suit of gilt armour, and in a richly embroidered surcoat. A band of
halberdiers preceded the King of the Tournament, also on a steed richly
caparisoned, and himself clad in robes of velvet and ermine, and wearing
a golden crown.

Then on a barded Arab, herself dressed in cloth of gold, parti-coloured
with violet and crimson, came, amidst tremendous cheering, the Queen of
Beauty herself. Twelve attendants bore aloft a silken canopy, which did
not conceal from the enraptured multitude the lustre of her matchless
loveliness. Lady Montfort, Adriana, and four other attendant ladies,
followed her majesty, two by two, each in gorgeous attire, and on a
charger that vied in splendour with its mistress. Six pages followed
next, in violet and silver.

The bells of a barded mule announced the Jester, who waved his sceptre
with unceasing authority, and pelted the people with admirably prepared
impromptus. Some in the crowd tried to enter into a competition of
banter, but they were always vanquished.

Soon a large army of men-at-arms and the sounds of most triumphant music
stopped the general laughter, and all became again hushed in curious
suspense. The tallest and the stoutest of the Border men bore the
gonfalon of the Lord of the T