"Tarry a moment, Sir Knight," said Harleston; "a glass of wine before thou goest."
"With all my heart," replied the other. And now for the first time since he had entered the tent he opened his visor.
"By Heaven and all its Saints!" cried Harleston; "I felt assured that I had seen yon suit of armour ere this day. Yes," he continued, "the last time I had the honour of meeting thee was on the field of battle; when we took Berwick from the Scots."
"And art thou the knight which did so kindly cut my helm's lace, after hurling me from my steed?"
"The same," laughed my friend; "and thou dost owe Sir Walter and me each a good sword in payment for those that thou didst break that day."
"When I did come to my senses," said the Frenchman, "I thanked Heaven that I had fallen before a gentleman."
Here we each grasped the Frenchman's hands, and we all laughed and were three good friends.
And thus we sat over our wine and talked, until the trumpets of the heralds warned us that it was time to draw for the contest of the six and twenty knights. Mounting our horses we rode to the southern extremity of the lists, where the draughting was to take place.