“Why, then, it stands thus,” Brilliana summed up. “This court decides that you are both servants of the King; that you have both done the King good service, willing and yet unwilling. I think I shall have some little credit with the King, and I shall use it with his Majesty by entreating him to grant the grace of knighthood to two honest friends of mine and two honest lovers of his—Master Hungerford and Master Rainham.”
Master Paul looked at Master Peter; Master Peter looked at Master Paul. Master Paul smiled. Master Peter smiled.
“A knighthood!”
Master Peter mumbled the word lovingly. Master Paul blew a kiss towards Brilliana.
“Then I shall be indeed your knight,” he simpered.
“Are you content?” Brilliana asked, gravely, and the two squires answered in union,
“We are content.”
“Then this worshipful court adjourns sine die. Captain Halfman, see that our friends be refreshed ere they depart.”
Halfman rose, and with a “Follow me, sirs,” made for the door. Sir Blaise stooped over Brilliana’s finger-tips.