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It
was
about
the
hour
of
noon
,
therefore
,
when
De
Bracy
,
for
whose
advantage
the
expedition
had
been
first
planned
,
appeared
to
prosecute
his
views
upon
the
hand
and
possessions
of
the
Lady
Rowena
.
The
interval
had
not
entirely
been
bestowed
in
holding
council
with
his
confederates
,
for
De
Bracy
had
found
leisure
to
decorate
his
person
with
all
the
foppery
of
the
times
.
His
green
cassock
and
vizard
were
now
flung
aside
.
His
long
luxuriant
hair
was
trained
to
flow
in
quaint
tresses
down
his
richly
furred
cloak
.
His
beard
was
closely
shaved
,
his
doublet
reached
to
the
middle
of
his
leg
,
and
the
girdle
which
secured
it
,
and
at
the
same
time
supported
his
ponderous
sword
,
was
embroidered
and
embossed
with
gold
work
.
We
have
already
noticed
the
extravagant
fashion
of
the
shoes
at
this
period
,
and
the
points
of
Maurice
de
Bracy
's
might
have
challenged
the
prize
of
extravagance
with
the
gayest
,
being
turned
up
and
twisted
like
the
horns
of
a
ram
.
Such
was
the
dress
of
a
gallant
of
the
period
;
and
,
in
the
present
instance
,
that
effect
was
aided
by
the
handsome
person
and
good
demeanour
of
the
wearer
,
whose
manners
partook
alike
of
the
grace
of
a
courtier
,
and
the
frankness
of
a
soldier
.
He
saluted
Rowena
by
doffing
his
velvet
bonnet
,
garnished
with
a
golden
broach
,
representing
St
Michael
trampling
down
the
Prince
of
Evil
.
With
this
,
he
gently
motioned
the
lady
to
a
seat
;
and
,
as
she
still
retained
her
standing
posture
,
the
knight
ungloved
his
right
hand
,
and
motioned
to
conduct
her
thither
.
But
Rowena
declined
,
by
her
gesture
,
the
proffered
compliment
,
and
replied
,
"
If
I
be
in
the
presence
of
my
jailor
,
Sir
Knight
--
nor
will
circumstances
allow
me
to
think
otherwise
--
it
best
becomes
his
prisoner
to
remain
standing
till
she
learns
her
doom
.
"
"
Alas
!
fair
Rowena
,
"
returned
De
Bracy
,
"
you
are
in
presence
of
your
captive
,
not
your
jailor
;
and
it
is
from
your
fair
eyes
that
De
Bracy
must
receive
that
doom
which
you
fondly
expect
from
him
.
"
"
I
know
you
not
,
sir
,
"
said
the
lady
,
drawing
herself
up
with
all
the
pride
of
offended
rank
and
beauty
;
"
I
know
you
not
--
and
the
insolent
familiarity
with
which
you
apply
to
me
the
jargon
of
a
troubadour
,
forms
no
apology
for
the
violence
of
a
robber
.
"
"
To
thyself
,
fair
maid
,
"
answered
De
Bracy
,
in
his
former
tone
--
"
to
thine
own
charms
be
ascribed
whate'er
I
have
done
which
passed
the
respect
due
to
her
,
whom
I
have
chosen
queen
of
my
heart
,
and
lodestar
of
my
eyes
.
"
"
I
repeat
to
you
,
Sir
Knight
,
that
I
know
you
not
,
and
that
no
man
wearing
chain
and
spurs
ought
thus
to
intrude
himself
upon
the
presence
of
an
unprotected
lady
.
"
"
That
I
am
unknown
to
you
,
"
said
De
Bracy
,
"
is
indeed
my
misfortune
;
yet
let
me
hope
that
De
Bracy
's
name
has
not
been
always
unspoken
,
when
minstrels
or
heralds
have
praised
deeds
of
chivalry
,
whether
in
the
lists
or
in
the
battle-field
.
"
"
To
heralds
and
to
minstrels
,
then
,
leave
thy
praise
,
Sir
Knight
,
"
replied
Rowena
,
"
more
suiting
for
their
mouths
than
for
thine
own
;
and
tell
me
which
of
them
shall
record
in
song
,
or
in
book
of
tourney
,
the
memorable
conquest
of
this
night
,
a
conquest
obtained
over
an
old
man
,
followed
by
a
few
timid
hinds
;
and
its
booty
,
an
unfortunate
maiden
,
transported
against
her
will
to
the
castle
of
a
robber
?
"
"
You
are
unjust
,
Lady
Rowena
,
"
said
the
knight
,
biting
his
lips
in
some
confusion
,
and
speaking
in
a
tone
more
natural
to
him
than
that
of
affected
gallantry
,
which
he
had
at
first
adopted
;
"
yourself
free
from
passion
,
you
can
allow
no
excuse
for
the
frenzy
of
another
,
although
caused
by
your
own
beauty
.
"
