idway, reared on end, and, fairly turning round,
despite spur and bit, carried back the Bastard, swearing strange oaths,
that grumbled hoarsely through his vizor, to the very place whence he
had started.

The uncourteous mob yelled and shouted and laughed, and wholly
disregarding the lifted wands and drowning the solemn rebukes of the
heralds, they heaped upon the furious Burgundian all the expressions of
ridicule in which the wit of Cockaigne is so immemorially rich. But the
courteous Anthony of England, seeing the strange and involuntary flight
of his redoubted foe, incontinently reined in, lowered his lance, and
made his horse, without turning round, back to the end of the lists in
a series of graceful gambadas and caracoles. Again the signal was
given, and this time the gallant bay did not fail his rider; ashamed,
doubtless, of its late misdemeanour, arching its head till it almost
touched the breast, laying its ears level on the neck, and with a snort
of anger and disdain, the steed of Flanders rushed to the encounter.
The Bastard's lance shivered fairly against the small shield of the
Englishman; but the Woodville's weapon, more deftly aimed, struck full
on the count's bassinet, and at the same time the pike projecting from
the gray charger's chaffron pierced the nostrils of the unhappy bay,
which rage and shame had blinded more than ever. The noble animal, stung
by the unexpected pain, and bitted sharply by the rider, whose seat
was sorely shaken by the stroke on his helmet, reared again, stood an
instant perfectly erect, and then fell backwards, rolling over and over
the illustrious burden it had borne. Then the debonair Sir Anthony of
England, casting down his lance, drew his sword, and dexterously caused
his destrier to curvet in a close circle round the fallen Bastard,
courteously shaking at him the brandished weapon, but without attempt to
strike.

"Ho, marshal!" cried King Edward, "assist to his legs the brave count."

The marshal hastened to obey. "Ventrebleu!" quoth the Bastard, when
extricated from the weight of his steed, "I cannot hold by the clouds,
but though my horse failed me, surely I will not fail my companions;"
and as he spoke, he placed himself in so gallant and superb a posture,
that he silenced the inhospitable yell which had rejoiced in the
foreigner's discomfiture. Then, observing that the gentle Anthony
had dismounted, and was leaning gracefully against his destrier, the
Burgundian cal