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A
branch
of
Agnus
Castus
in
her
hand
,
She
bore
aloft
her
symbol
of
command
.
The
Flower
and
the
Leaf
William
de
Wyvil
and
Stephen
de
Martival
,
the
marshals
of
the
field
,
were
the
first
to
offer
their
congratulations
to
the
victor
,
praying
him
,
at
the
same
time
,
to
suffer
his
helmet
to
be
unlaced
,
or
,
at
least
,
that
he
would
raise
his
visor
ere
they
conducted
him
to
receive
the
prize
of
the
day
's
tourney
from
the
hands
of
Prince
John
.
The
Disinherited
Knight
,
with
all
knightly
courtesy
,
declined
their
request
,
alleging
,
that
he
could
not
at
this
time
suffer
his
face
to
be
seen
,
for
reasons
which
he
had
assigned
to
the
heralds
when
he
entered
the
lists
.
The
marshals
were
perfectly
satisfied
by
this
reply
;
for
amidst
the
frequent
and
capricious
vows
by
which
knights
were
accustomed
to
bind
themselves
in
the
days
of
chivalry
,
there
were
none
more
common
than
those
by
which
they
engaged
to
remain
incognito
for
a
certain
space
,
or
until
some
particular
adventure
was
achieved
.
The
marshals
,
therefore
,
pressed
no
farther
into
the
mystery
of
the
Disinherited
Knight
,
but
,
announcing
to
Prince
John
the
conqueror
's
desire
to
remain
unknown
,
they
requested
permission
to
bring
him
before
his
Grace
,
in
order
that
he
might
receive
the
reward
of
his
valour
.
John
's
curiosity
was
excited
by
the
mystery
observed
by
the
stranger
;
and
,
being
already
displeased
with
the
issue
of
the
tournament
,
in
which
the
challengers
whom
he
favoured
had
been
successively
defeated
by
one
knight
,
he
answered
haughtily
to
the
marshals
,
"
By
the
light
of
Our
Lady
's
brow
,
this
same
knight
hath
been
disinherited
as
well
of
his
courtesy
as
of
his
lands
,
since
he
desires
to
appear
before
us
without
uncovering
his
face
.
--
Wot
ye
,
my
lords
,
"
be
said
,
turning
round
to
his
train
,
"
who
this
gallant
can
be
,
that
bears
himself
thus
proudly
?
"
"
I
can
not
guess
,
"
answered
De
Bracy
,
"
nor
did
I
think
there
had
been
within
the
four
seas
that
girth
Britain
a
champion
that
could
bear
down
these
five
knights
in
one
day
's
jousting
.
By
my
faith
,
I
shall
never
forget
the
force
with
which
he
shocked
De
Vipont
.
The
poor
Hospitaller
was
hurled
from
his
saddle
like
a
stone
from
a
sling
.
"
"
Boast
not
of
that
,
"
said
a
Knight
of
St
John
,
who
was
present
;
"
your
Temple
champion
had
no
better
luck
.
I
saw
your
brave
lance
,
Bois-Guilbert
,
roll
thrice
over
,
grasping
his
hands
full
of
sand
at
every
turn
.
"
De
Bracy
,
being
attached
to
the
Templars
,
would
have
replied
,
but
was
prevented
by
Prince
John
.
"
Silence
,
sirs
!
"
he
said
;
"
what
unprofitable
debate
have
we
here
?
"
"
The
victor
,
"
said
De
Wyvil
,
"
still
waits
the
pleasure
of
your
highness
.
"
"
It
is
our
pleasure
,
"
answered
John
,
"
that
he
do
so
wait
until
we
learn
whether
there
is
not
some
one
who
can
at
least
guess
at
his
name
and
quality
.
