Adriana looked distressed.
“I mean, whom do you wish to win?”
“Oh, I should like them all to win!”
“That is good-natured, but then there would be no distinction. I know who is going to wear your colours—the Knight of the Dolphin.”
“I hope nothing of that kind will happen,” said Adriana, agitated. “I know that some of the knights are going to wear ladies’ colours, but I trust no one will think of wearing mine. I know the Black Knight wears Lady Montfort’s.”
“He cannot,” said Endymion hastily. “She is first lady to the Queen of Beauty; no knight can wear the colours of the Queen. I asked Sir Morte d’Arthur himself, and he told me there was no doubt about it, and that he had consulted Garter before he came down.”
“Well, all I know is that the Count of Ferroll told me so,” said Adriana; “I sate next to him at dinner.”
“He shall not wear her colours,” said Endymion quite angrily. “I will speak to the King of the Tournament about it directly.”
“Why, what does it signify?” said Adriana.
“You thought it signified when I told you Regy Sutton was going to wear your colours.”