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It was to this person, such as we have described him, that the
Prince addressed his imperious command to make place for Isaac
and Rebecca. Athelstane, utterly confounded at an order which
the manners and feelings of the times rendered so injuriously
insulting, unwilling to obey, yet undetermined how to resist,
opposed only the “vis inertiae” to the will of John; and, without
stirring or making any motion whatever of obedience, opened his
large grey eyes, and stared at the Prince with an astonishment
which had in it something extremely ludicrous. But the impatient
John regarded it in no such light.
“The Saxon porker,” he said, “is either asleep or minds me not
---Prick him with your lance, De Bracy,” speaking to a knight
who rode near him, the leader of a band of Free Companions, or
Condottieri; that is, of mercenaries belonging to no particular
nation, but attached for the time to any prince by whom they were
paid. There was a murmur even among the attendants of Prince
John; but De Bracy, whose profession freed him from all scruples,
extended his long lance over the space which separated the
gallery from the lists, and would have executed the commands of
the Prince before Athelstane the Unready had recovered presence
of mind sufficient even to draw back his person from the weapon,
had not Cedric, as prompt as his companion was tardy, unsheathed,
with the speed of lightning, the short sword which he wore, and
at a single blow severed the point of the lance from the handle.
The blood rushed into the countenance of Prince John. He swore
one of his deepest oaths, and was about to utter some threat
corresponding in violence, when he was diverted from his purpose,
partly by his own attendants, who gathered around him conjuring
him to be patient, partly by a general exclamation of the crowd,
uttered in loud applause of the spirited conduct of Cedric. The
Prince rolled his eyes in indignation, as if to collect some safe
and easy victim; and chancing to encounter the firm glance of the
same archer whom we have already noticed, and who seemed to
persist in his gesture of applause, in spite of the frowning
aspect which the Prince bent upon him, he demanded his reason for
clamouring thus.
“I always add my hollo,” said the yeoman, “when I see a good
shot, or a gallant blow.”
“Sayst thou?” answered the Prince; “then thou canst hit the white
thyself, I’ll warrant.”
“A woodsman’s mark, and at woodsman’s distance, I can hit,”
answered the yeoman.
“And Wat Tyrrel’s mark, at a hundred yards,” said a voice from
behind, but by whom uttered could not be discerned.
This allusion to the fate of William Rufus, his Relative, at once
incensed and alarmed Prince John. He satisfied himself, however,
with commanding the men-at-arms, who surrounded the lists, to
keep an eye on the braggart, pointing to the yeoman.
“By St Grizzel,” he added, “we will try his own skill, who is so
ready to give his voice to the feats of others!”
“I shall not fly the trial,” said the yeoman, with the composure
which marked his whole deportment.
“Meanwhile, stand up, ye Saxon churls,” said the fiery Prince;
“for, by the light of Heaven, since I have said it, the Jew shall
have his seat amongst ye!”
“By no means, an it please your Grace!---it is not fit for such
as we to sit with the rulers of the land,” said the Jew; whose
ambition for precedence though it had led him to dispute Place
with the extenuated and impoverished descendant of the line of
Montdidier, by no means stimulated him to an intrusion upon the
privileges of the wealthy Saxons.
“Up, infidel dog when I command you,” said Prince John, “or I
will have thy swarthy hide stript off, and tanned for
horse-furniture.”
Thus urged, the Jew began to ascend the steep and narrow steps
which led up to the gallery.
“Let me see,” said the Prince, “who dare stop him,” fixing his
eye on Cedric, whose attitude intimated his intention to hurl the
Jew down headlong.
The catastrophe was prevented by the clown Wamba, who, springing
betwixt his master and Isaac, and exclaiming, in answer to the
Prince’s defiance, “Marry, that will I!” opposed to the beard of
the Jew a shield of brawn, which he plucked from beneath his
cloak, and with which, doubtless, he had furnished himself, lest
the tournament should have proved longer than his appetite could
endure abstinence. Finding the abomination of his tribe opposed
to his very nose, while the Jester, at the same time, flourished
his wooden sword above his head, the Jew recoiled, missed his
footing, and rolled down the steps,---an excellent jest to the
spectators, who set up a loud laughter, in which Prince John and
his attendants heartily joined.
“Deal me the prize, cousin Prince,” said Wamba; “I have
vanquished my foe in fair fight with sword and shield,” he added,
brandishing the brawn in one hand and the wooden sword in the
other.
“Who, and what art thou, noble champion?” said Prince John, still
laughing.
“A fool by right of descent,” answered the Jester; “I am Wamba,
the son of Witless, who was the son of Weatherbrain, who was the
son of an Alderman.”
“Make room for the Jew in front of the lower ring,” said Prince
John, not unwilling perhaps to, seize an apology to desist from
his original purpose; “to place the vanquished beside the victor
were false heraldry.”
“Knave upon fool were worse,” answered the Jester, “and Jew upon
bacon worst of all.”
“Gramercy! good fellow,” cried Prince John, “thou pleasest me
---Here, Isaac, lend me a handful of byzants.”
As the Jew, stunned by the request, afraid to refuse, and
unwilling to comply, fumbled in the furred bag which hung by his
girdle, and was perhaps endeavouring to ascertain how few coins
might pass for a handful, the Prince stooped from his jennet and
settled Isaac’s doubts by snatching the pouch itself from his
side; and flinging to Wamba a couple of the gold pieces which it
contained, he pursued his career round the lists, leaving the Jew
to the derision of those around him, and himself receiving as
much applause from the spectators as if he had done some honest
and honourable action.
CHAPTER VIII
At this the challenger with fierce defy
His trumpet sounds; the challenged makes reply:
With clangour rings the field, resounds the vaulted sky.
Their visors closed, their lances in the rest,
Or at the helmet pointed or the crest,
They vanish from the barrier, speed the race,
And spurring see decrease the middle space.
Palamon and Arcite
In the midst of Prince John’s cavalcade, he suddenly stopt, and
appealing to the Prior of Jorvaulx, declared the principal
business of the day had been forgotten.
“By my halidom,” said he, “we have forgotten, Sir Prior, to name
the fair Sovereign of Love and of Beauty, by whose white hand the
palm is to be distributed. For my part, I am liberal in my
ideas, and I care not if I give my vote for the black-eyed
Rebecca.”
“Holy Virgin,” answered the Prior, turning up his eyes in horror,
“a Jewess!---We should deserve to be stoned out of the lists; and
I am not yet old enough to be a martyr. Besides, I swear by my
patron saint, that she is far inferior to the lovely Saxon,
Rowena.”
“Saxon or Jew,” answered the Prince, “Saxon or Jew, dog or hog,
what matters it? I say, name Rebecca, were it only to mortify the
Saxon churls.”
A murmur arose even among his own immediate attendants.
“This passes a jest, my lord,” said De Bracy; “no knight here
will lay lance in rest if such an insult is attempted.”
“It is the mere wantonness of insult,” said one of the oldest and
most important of Prince John’s followers, Waldemar Fitzurse,
“and if your Grace attempt it, cannot but prove ruinous to your
projects.”
“I entertained you, sir,” said John, reining up his palfrey
haughtily, “for my follower, but not for my counsellor.”
“Those who follow your Grace in the paths which you tread,” said
Waldemar, but speaking in a low voice, “acquire the right of
counsellors; for your interest and safety are not more deeply
gaged than their own.”
From the tone in which this was spoken, John saw the necessity of
acquiescence “I did but jest,” he said; “and you turn upon me
like so many adders! Name whom you will, in the fiend’s name,
and please yourselves.”
“Nay, nay,” said De Bracy, “let the fair sovereign’s throne
remain unoccupied, until the conqueror shall be named, and then
let him choose the lady by whom it shall be filled. It will add
another grace to his triumph, and teach fair ladies to prize the
love of valiant knights, who can exalt them to such distinction.”
“If Brian de Bois-Guilbert gain the prize,” said the Prior, “I
will gage my rosary that I name the Sovereign of Love and
Beauty.”
“Bois-Guilbert,” answered De Bracy, “is a good lance; but there
are others around these lists, Sir Prior, who will not fear to
encounter him.”
“Silence, sirs,” said Waldemar, “and let the Prince assume his
seat. The knights and spectators are alike impatient, the time
advances, and highly fit it is that the sports should commence.”
Prince John, though not yet a monarch, had in Waldemar Fitzurse
all the inconveniences of a favourite minister, who, in serving
his sovereign, must always do so in his own way. The Prince
acquiesced, however, although his disposition was precisely of
that kind which is apt to be obstinate upon trifles, and,
assuming his throne, and being surrounded by his followers, gave
signal to the heralds to proclaim the laws of the tournament,
which were briefly as follows:
First, the five challengers were to undertake all comers.
Secondly, any knight proposing to combat, might, if he pleased,
select a special antagonist from among the challengers, by
touching his shield. If he did so with the reverse of his lance,
the trial of skill was made with what were called the arms of
courtesy, that is, with lances at whose extremity a piece of
round flat board was fixed, so that no danger was encountered,
save from the shock of the horses and riders. But if the shield
was touched with the sharp end of the lance, the combat was
understood to be at “outrance”, that is, the knights were to
fight with sharp weapons, as in actual battle.
Thirdly, when the knights present had accomplished their vow, by
each of them breaking five lances, the Prince was to declare the
victor in the first day’s tourney, who should receive as prize a
warhorse of exquisite beauty and matchless strength; and in
addition to this reward of valour, it was now declared, he should
have the peculiar honour of naming the Queen of Love and Beauty,
by whom the prize should be given on the ensuing day.
Fourthly, it was announced, that, on the second day, there should
be a general tournament, in which all the knights present, who
were desirous to win praise, might take part; and being divided
into two bands of equal numbers, might fight it out manfully,
until the signal was given by Prince John to cease the combat.
The elected Queen of Love and Beauty was then to crown the knight
whom the Prince should adjudge to have borne himself best in this
second day, with a coronet composed of thin gold plate, cut into
the shape of a laurel crown. On this second day the knightly
games ceased. But on that which was to follow, feats of archery,
of
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