“Nay, it matters not, if they will only fight.”
“Of that there can be no doubt, for the castle is full of archers and men-at-arms who would gladly play a part in the matter.”
“Then choose ten,” said Beaumanoir.
But for the first time the wolf-like squire opened his thin lips. “Surely, my lord, you will not allow archers,” said he.
“I fear not any man.”
“Nay, fair sir, consider that this is a trial of weapons betwixt us where man faces man. You have seen these English archers, and you know how fast and how strong are their shafts. Bethink you that if ten of them were against us it is likely that half of us would be down before ever we came to handstrokes.”
“By Saint Cadoc, William, I think that you are right,” cried the Breton. “If we are to have such a fight as will remain in the memories of men, you will bring no archers and we no crossbows. Let it be steel upon steel. How say you then?”
“Surely we can bring ten men-at-arms to make up the thirty that you desire, Robert. It is agreed then that we fight on no quarrel of England and France, but over this matter of the ladies in which you and Squire Loring have fallen out. And now the time?”
“At once.”
“Surely at once, or perchance a second messenger may come and this also be forbidden. We will be ready with to-morrow’s sunrise.”