"As I am a living man, here is a lusty sleeper," cried Tristram. "Wake, Dinadan. The day is half spent and the field half won, and here you are still a-bed."
At this Dinadan sprang hastily up and rubbed his eyes.
"I dreamt of wars and jousts," he said. "And, i' faith, I like that way the best, for one gets all the good of the fight and is safe from sore limbs and aching bones. But what's to do?"
"Get on your harness and ride with me to the field. You will find something there to waken you up."
Dinadan, as he armed, noted Tristram's battered shield, and remarked,—
"I slept both well and wisely, it seems. If I had been there I must have followed you, from shame if not from courage. And by the looks of your shield I would have been worse battered than I was yesterday. Why did you not let me sleep out the balance of it, friend Tristram?"
"A truce with your jests. Come, we must to the field again."
"How now, is there a new deal in the game? Yesterday you did but dream; to-day you seem awake."
Meanwhile Tristram had changed his armor, and now was attired all in black.
"You have more fight in you than you had yesterday, that is sure," said Dinadan. "Did I stir up your sleeping spirit?"