Knolles sat with clenched hands as if he were a figure of
stone, while Nigel's heart turned cold and heavy within him. A
truce! Where then was his third deed, and how might he return
without it?
Even as they sat in moody silence there was the call of a bugle
from somewhere out in the darkness.
Sir Richard looked up with surprise. "We are not wont to be
summoned after once the portcullis is up," said he. "Truce or no
truce, we must let no man within our walls until we have proved
him. Croquart, see to it!"
The huge German left the room. The company were still seated in
despondent silence when he returned.
"Sir Richard," said he, "the brave knight Robert of Beaumanoir and
his Squire William de Montaubon are without the gate, and would
fain have speech with you."
Bambro' started in his chair. What could the fierce leader of the
Bretons, a man who was red to the elbow with English blood, have
to say to them? On what errand had he left his castle of Josselin
to pay this visit to his deadly enemies?
"Are they armed?" he asked.
"They are unarmed."
"Then admit them and bring them hither, but double the guards and
take all heed against surprise."
Places were set at the farther end of the table for these most
unexpected guests. Presently the door was swung open, and
Croquart with all form and courtesy announced the two Bretons, who
entered with the proud and lofty air of gallant warriors and
high-bred gentlemen.
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