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- . an ic: Sa Bs ce ah as ehis Wee tar 4 Fiat * one ue a a | a fa Ise ‘thrust, such as are : given by ‘the fo lowezs of the Old Man of the Mountain.” a “My liege, mine was not the hand to give ‘the blow,” ‘i replied Sir Stephen. “If, sire, J me leisure, I have much to unfold to y 0) Cee ye Leisure! !Ifthou hast quickness of breath vt 0 tail me the story whilst I brace on my armour you can do so. But once fully “armed no one shall hold me from my pur- 7 pose. Then, Philip of France, thou shalt ‘know what it is to beard the Lion.” R oth ot without much wonder at what could f have made the kin ng so wrath, Sir Stephen related all that ha paper. since his leaving the royal army, not forgetting the crnel plot W which he had heard against Richard, and also Se Ons the disaffection of the eA? cried Richard, as he heard the ee me, “this explains much. Hei 1s 4 traitor if ie te the cause.” : ay, my liege. pray “you be not so aay N oble France may not know of iy (3 we “Stand fern my path, Sir Stephen,” &. hove the king; “France must know _ of this plot. Your words have come as a ‘proc ‘that itis so. Oh! you do not know 43 hat has passed since you left the camp. Ty vill hear no more. As for Sir Bidulph de E Boischene and his base nephew, we will fe them toan account. If torture can *¥ ench from them their secrets it shall be jone. Now follow me, and behold how I eat France, who hath dared to place his period high above that of England. I will settle this, and speak to you about Sir op 3idulph’s plots anon. — oy ‘Striding from his tent, Richard was - greeted by a number of noble knights in a solemn wa Ae which struck Sir Stephen as _ strange. his hand to bid them : te on eM ichard until he reached e highes| mound in the lines of the tte mies besieging Acre—as mound which “Ri chard. had himself wrested from the 1 ay -only the day before, and had, there- n able to LES gta the walls of city much nearer than before. i , But on this mound Philip of France— ther moyed by envy or some other foolish sasion—had during the night chosen to at his banner, and that had, not with- a) pehuah cause, ‘influenced the passion of : I ichard of England. __ Ashe adyanced to the mound a party of : x snights, with Philip of France at their head, ‘seen. | Sathering about the banner. p's side stood a fair dame, who wavs to have found much favour in the ie yyes of | royal France, although an infidel A a slave. ) haere ty es | eae ai eo «x - = = Sf = 4 Aree, = us + - a a ho KING RICHARDS QUARREL with THE KING OF FRANCE. tet speaking a word, Richard Coeur ie - ‘ J > a ~ rm . : \ en se. : a “A - Tr we ~~. = ."s 4 = i “>. : ~ 4 et -. 2 a. = — yt x " . ’ ~ . = > ¢ ~s s<w J > ¥ i * a ~ ~~ ~* ° | 2 e = rr . : oe _ * a . | -* . < : = de Lion, carrying his naked sword in his | hand, advanced to the banner and plucked — the staff from the groun * How now !” cried Philip. this insult ?” “What means tis insult ?” thundered Richard, pointing with his sword to the banner, whose silken folds he trailed on the — ground. ‘This point of ‘vantage I and my brave followers but yesterday tore from the foe, and you have dared to place your banner here. Beware, Philip of France!” cried the king, “ or I willtrample upon you as I do upon your standard.” As he spoke Richard placed his foot upon “What means the banner of France. CHAPTER XV. KING RIOHAND’S QUARREL WITH THE NG OF FRANCE, (man was the dismay in the camp when King Richard’s haughty words to Philip of France were heard. For somé moments the King of France remained motioniess with amazement. A beautiful Saracen woman, of whom it © was reported the king was deeply- ena- moured, clung to her royal master’s arm as if to hold him back. “Now, by the saints!” thundered King Philip, “but thou shalt answer for this.” “Be itso. Iam ready to answer in any way thou wilt, either in single combat with lance or sword, on horse or foot—here, on this very spot.” “Hold, hold!” eried the duke of Austria, springing forward. ‘“ Art thou mad, Richard of England, that thou wilt thus rovoke a breach in the united armies? id we not all swear to Loree all private quarrels and jealousies tor the sake of the oreat good cause. Remember the penalty — of the oath.” ee “J forget not my oath, Austria,” replied Richard. ‘We all swore to risk our best blood to recover the holy sepulchre. How hast thou fulfilled that oath? In the most trying hour of paneer when I, followed by my brave knights, have charged up to tho very walls of Acre, you were im your tent il; at least so you said,” Ah?” cried Austria, “had anyone dared to say that who had not been in the holy league his life should answer iorit. But think not the insult shall go unrevenged. The time will come—nay! shallcome, when Eomichbooksseo