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"
Beware
!
beware
!
Sir
Disinherited
!
"
was
shouted
so
universally
,
that
the
knight
became
aware
of
his
danger
;
and
,
striking
a
full
blow
at
the
Templar
,
he
reined
back
his
steed
in
the
same
moment
,
so
as
to
escape
the
charge
of
Athelstane
and
Front-de-Boeuf
.
These
knights
,
therefore
,
their
aim
being
thus
eluded
,
rushed
from
opposite
sides
betwixt
the
object
of
their
attack
and
the
Templar
,
almost
running
their
horses
against
each
other
ere
they
could
stop
their
career
.
Recovering
their
horses
however
,
and
wheeling
them
round
,
the
whole
three
pursued
their
united
purpose
of
bearing
to
the
earth
the
Disinherited
Knight
.
Nothing
could
have
saved
him
,
except
the
remarkable
strength
and
activity
of
the
noble
horse
which
he
had
won
on
the
preceding
day
.
This
stood
him
in
the
more
stead
,
as
the
horse
of
Bois-Guilbert
was
wounded
,
and
those
of
Front-de-Boeuf
and
Athelstane
were
both
tired
with
the
weight
of
their
gigantic
masters
,
clad
in
complete
armour
,
and
with
the
preceding
exertions
of
the
day
.
The
masterly
horsemanship
of
the
Disinherited
Knight
,
and
the
activity
of
the
noble
animal
which
he
mounted
,
enabled
him
for
a
few
minutes
to
keep
at
sword
's
point
his
three
antagonists
,
turning
and
wheeling
with
the
agility
of
a
hawk
upon
the
wing
,
keeping
his
enemies
as
far
separate
as
he
could
,
and
rushing
now
against
the
one
,
now
against
the
other
,
dealing
sweeping
blows
with
his
sword
,
without
waiting
to
receive
those
which
were
aimed
at
him
in
return
.
But
although
the
lists
rang
with
the
applauses
of
his
dexterity
,
it
was
evident
that
he
must
at
last
be
overpowered
;
and
the
nobles
around
Prince
John
implored
him
with
one
voice
to
throw
down
his
warder
,
and
to
save
so
brave
a
knight
from
the
disgrace
of
being
overcome
by
odds
.
"
Not
I
,
by
the
light
of
Heaven
!
"
answered
Prince
John
;
"
this
same
springald
,
who
conceals
his
name
,
and
despises
our
proffered
hospitality
,
hath
already
gained
one
prize
,
and
may
now
afford
to
let
others
have
their
turn
.
"
As
he
spoke
thus
,
an
unexpected
incident
changed
the
fortune
of
the
day
.
There
was
among
the
ranks
of
the
Disinherited
Knight
a
champion
in
black
armour
,
mounted
on
a
black
horse
,
large
of
size
,
tall
,
and
to
all
appearance
powerful
and
strong
,
like
the
rider
by
whom
he
was
mounted
,
This
knight
,
who
bore
on
his
shield
no
device
of
any
kind
,
had
hitherto
evinced
very
little
interest
in
the
event
of
the
fight
,
beating
off
with
seeming
ease
those
combatants
who
attacked
him
,
but
neither
pursuing
his
advantages
,
nor
himself
assailing
any
one
.
In
short
,
he
had
hitherto
acted
the
part
rather
of
a
spectator
than
of
a
party
in
the
tournament
,
a
circumstance
which
procured
him
among
the
spectators
the
name
of
"
Le
Noir
Faineant
"
,
or
the
Black
Sluggard
.
At
once
this
knight
seemed
to
throw
aside
his
apathy
,
when
he
discovered
the
leader
of
his
party
so
hard
bestead
;
for
,
setting
spurs
to
his
horse
,
which
was
quite
fresh
,
he
came
to
his
assistance
like
a
thunderbolt
,
exclaiming
,
in
a
voice
like
a
trumpet-call
,
"
Desdichado
,
to
the
rescue
!
"
It
was
high
time
;
for
,
while
the
Disinherited
Knight
was
pressing
upon
the
Templar
,
Front-de-Boeuf
had
got
nigh
to
him
with
his
uplifted
sword
;
but
ere
the
blow
could
descend
,
the
Sable
Knight
dealt
a
stroke
on
his
head
,
which
,
glancing
from
the
polished
helmet
,
lighted
with
violence
scarcely
abated
on
the
"
chamfron
"
of
the
steed
,
and
Front-de-Boeuf
rolled
on
the
ground
,
both
horse
and
man
equally
stunned
by
the
fury
of
the
blow
.
"
Le
Noir
Faineant
"
then
turned
his
horse
upon
Athelstane
of
Coningsburgh
;
and
his
own
sword
having
been
broken
in
his
encounter
with
Front-de-Boeuf
,
he
wrenched
from
the
hand
of
the
bulky
Saxon
the
battle-axe
which
he
wielded
,
and
,
like
one
familiar
with
the
use
of
the
weapon
,
bestowed
him
such
a
blow
upon
the
crest
,
that
Athelstane
also
lay
senseless
on
the
field
.
Having
achieved
this
double
feat
,
for
which
he
was
the
more
highly
applauded
that
it
was
totally
unexpected
from
him
,
the
knight
seemed
to
resume
the
sluggishness
of
his
character
,
returning
calmly
to
the
northern
extremity
of
the
lists
,
leaving
his
leader
to
cope
as
he
best
could
with
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
.
This
was
no
longer
matter
of
so
much
difficulty
as
formerly
.
The
Templars
horse
had
bled
much
,
and
gave
way
under
the
shock
of
the
Disinherited
Knight
's
charge
.
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
rolled
on
the
field
,
encumbered
with
the
stirrup
,
from
which
he
was
unable
to
draw
his
foot
.
His
antagonist
sprung
from
horseback
,
waved
his
fatal
sword
over
the
head
of
his
adversary
,
and
commanded
him
to
yield
himself
;
when
Prince
John
,
more
moved
by
the
Templars
dangerous
situation
than
he
had
been
by
that
of
his
rival
,
saved
him
the
mortification
of
confessing
himself
vanquished
,
by
casting
down
his
warder
,
and
putting
an
end
to
the
conflict
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
only
the
relics
and
embers
of
the
fight
which
continued
to
burn
;
for
of
the
few
knights
who
still
continued
in
the
lists
,
the
greater
part
had
,
by
tacit
consent
,
forborne
the
conflict
for
some
time
,
leaving
it
to
be
determined
by
the
strife
of
the
leaders
.
The
squires
,
who
had
found
it
a
matter
of
danger
and
difficulty
to
attend
their
masters
during
the
engagement
,
now
thronged
into
the
lists
to
pay
their
dutiful
attendance
to
the
wounded
,
who
were
removed
with
the
utmost
care
and
attention
to
the
neighbouring
pavilions
,
or
to
the
quarters
prepared
for
them
in
the
adjoining
village
.
