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and rode quietly forth from his con-
cealment with his three companions
behind him. Alleyne leading his mas
ters own steed by the bride. SO many
small parties of French and Spanish
horse were sweeping hither and thlther
that the small band attracted little
notice, and making It's way at a gentle
trot across the plain they came as far
as the camp without challenge or
hindrance. On and on they pushed
past the endless lines Of tents. amid
the dense swarms OF horsemen and Of
footmen, until the huge royal pavilion
stretched In front OF them. They were
close upon 1t when Of a sudden there
broke out a wild hubbub from a dis
tant portion OF the camp, with screams
and war-cries and all the wild tumult
OF battle. At the sound soldiers came
rushing from their tents, knights
| shouted loudly for their sauires. and
there was mad turmoil on every hand
OF bewildered men and plunging horses
AZ the royal tent crowd OF gorgeous
| ly dressed servants ran hitler and
| thither In helpless panic for the guard
OF soldiers who were stationed there
had already ridden of I'm the diree-
| ton or the alarm A man -at-arms on
| either side Of the doorway were the
sole protectors OF the royal dwelling
Il have come for the king" whisper
ed Sir Nigel; "and, by Saint Paul h
must back with US or I must bide
| here"
Alleyne and Aylward sprang from their
horses, and flew at the two sentries, who
were disarmed and beaten down IN an In
staDt by so furious and unexpected an at
tack. Sir Nigel dashed into the royal
tent, and was followed by Horde John as
soon as the horses had been secured From
within came wild screenings and the clash
OF steel and then the two emerged once
more, their swords and forearms red
dened with blood, while John bore over
his shoulder the senseless body Of a man
whose gray snrcoat, adorned with the lions
and towers Of CASTLE, proclaimed him 10
belong to the royal house. A crowd Of
white-faeed sewers and pages swarmed at
their heels, those behind pushing forwards
while the foremost shrank back from the
fierce faces and reeking weapons Of the
adventures. The senseless body was
thrown across the spare horse. the four
sprang to their saddles, and away they
Numbered with loose relns and busy spurs
through the swarming camp.
But confusion and disorder still reigned
among the Spaniards, for Sir William
FELTON, and his men had swept through
half their camp, leaving long litter OF the
dead and dying to mark their course. I'm
certain who were their attackers, and I'M
able to tell their English enemies from
their newly-arrived Breton allies, the
Spanish knights rode wildly hither and
thither in aimless fury. The mad tur-
MOL, the mixture of races, and the fading
| light, were all in favor of the four who
| alone knew their own purpose among the
vast uncertain multitude. Another FIVE
minutes Of wild galloping over the plain,
and they were all back in their gorge,
| while their pursuers fell back before the
rolling Of the English drums and blare
Of trumpets, which seemed to proclaim
that the whole army of the prince was
about to emerge from the mountain
passes.
by my SOUL Nigel" cried Sir oliver.
what have we here?"
ut is a prisoner whom / have taken,
and in sooth, as he came from the royal
tent and wears the royal arms upon his
| jupon, I trust that he is the King Of
Spain.
"The King Of Spainr' cried the com
panions, crowding round in amazement.
NAY, Sir Nigel" said FELTON,, peering
at the prisoner through the uncertain
light. II have twice seen Henry Of
Transtamare, and certes this man in no
way resembles him.
"Who are you, fellow?' he added in
Spanish, land how is it that you dare
to wear the arms Of Cashier
The prisoner was but recovering the
consciousness which had been squeezed
from him by the grip of Horde John.
"If 1t please you" he answered, II and
nine others are the body-squlres Of the
king and must ever wear his arms, so
as to shield him from even such perils
as have threatened him this night. The
king is at the tent of the brave Du Guesc-
lin, where he will sup to night. But am
caballero of Aragon, Don SanchO Pene-
losa, and, though / be no king, I am yet
ready to pay a fitting price for my ran
SON.
by Saint PAUL. l will not touch your
gold, cried Sir Nigel. go back to your
master and give him greeting from Sll
Nigel Loring of Twynham Castle, telling
him that had hoped to make his better
acquaintance this night, and that, If
have dlsordered his tent, 1t was but In
my eagerness to know so famed and cour'
teous a knight. Spur on, comrades! fol
we must cover many league ere we car
venture to light fire or to loosen girth.
CHAPTER XVI.
1t was a cold, bleak morning in the be
ginning of March, and the mist was drift
ing in dense rolling clouds through the
passes of the Cantabrian mountains. Th'
Company had passed the night In shell
tered gully. Here and there, through this
dense haze which surrounded them, there
doomed out huge pinnacles and juttint
, boulders of rock: while high above th'
sea of vapor there lowered up one gigantic
peak, with the pink glow of the early sun
shine upon it's snow-capped head.
The camp was loud with laughter ant
merriment, for a messenger had ridden II
from the prince with words Of heart-stir
/ ring praise for what they had done, ant
i with orders that they should still abide Il
the forefront Of the army.
, 1.-The Lord LOring Graves your attend
! ance in his tent" said a young archer f
Alleyne.
: The squire found the knight seated upoi
{ a cushion, with his legs crossed in from
5 Of him and a broad ribbon of parchmen
l laid across his knees, over which he wa
4 porting with frowning brows and purse
, lips.
E 1T came this morning by the prince
: messenger" said he, land was brough
] from England by Sir John Fallislee, VIII
I is new come from Sussex"
r Alleyne turned to the letter, and, as hi
eyes rested upon It, his face turned pal
and a cry of surprise and grief burst fror
his lips.
''What thenT' asked the knight perrin
4 up at him anxiously. "There is nOugh
e amiss with the LADY Mary or with m