The Lances of Lynwood eBook

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he found that Leonard Ashton spent every moment at his own disposal in the company of le Borgne Basque.  That worthy, meeting the young gentleman, had easily persuaded him that Gaston’s cautions only proceeded from fears of stories that might with too much truth be told against himself, and by skilful flatteries of the young Englishman’s self-importance, and sympathy with his impatience of the strict rule of the Knight of Lynwood, succeeded in establishing over him great influence.

So fared it with the two young Squires, whilst the army began to enter the dominions of the King of Castile.  Here a want of provisions was severely felt, for such was the hatred borne to Pedro the Cruel, that every inhabitant of the country fled at his approach, carrying off, or destroying, all that could be used as food.  It was the intention of Bertrand du Guesclin, the ally of Enrique of Trastamare, to remain quietly in his camp of Navaretta, and allow hunger to do its work with the invading force, but this prudent plan was prevented by the folly of Don Tello, brother of Enrique, who, accusing Bertrand of cowardice, so stung his fiery spirit that he resolved on instant combat, though knowing how little dependence could be placed on his Spanish allies.

The challenge of the Prince of Wales was therefore accepted; and never were tidings more welcome than these to the half-famished army, encamped upon the banks of the Ebro, on the same ground on which, in after years, English valour was once more to turn to flight a usurping King of Spain.


The moon was at her height, and shone full into the half-opened tent of Sir Reginald Lynwood.  At the further end, quite in darkness, the Knight, bare-headed, and rosary in hand, knelt before the dark-robed figure of a confessor, while at a short distance lay, on a couch of deer-skins, the sleeping Leonard Ashton.  Before the looped-up curtain that formed the door was Gaston d’Aubricour, on one knee, close to a huge torch of pine-wood fixed in the earth, examining by its flaring smoky light into the state of his master’s armour, proving every joint with a small hammer.  Near him, Eustace, with the help of John Ingram, the stalwart yeoman, was fastening his charge, the pennon, to a mighty lance of the toughest ash-wood, and often looking forth on the white tents on which the moonbeams shed their pale, tranquil light.  There was much to impress a mind like his, in the scene before him:  the unearthly moonlight, the few glimmering stars, the sky—­whose southern clearness and brightness were, to his unaccustomed eye, doubly wonderful—­the constant though subdued sounds in the camp, the murmur of the river, and, far away in the dark expanse of night, the sparkling of a multitude of lights, which marked the encampment of the enemy.  There was a strange calm awe upon his spirit.  He spoke in a low voice, and Gaston’s careless light-hearted tones fell on his ear as something uncongenial; but his eye glanced brightly, his step was free and bold, as he felt that this was the day that must silence every irritating doubt of his possessing a warrior-spirit.

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