“Hèlas! I would I were a big knight, Seigneur,” murmured the child.
“There is time for that,” said the Prince.
His son stared at him for a moment’s silence, then said–
“When the knights showed us feats with the lance in the courtyard, Richard was afraid.”
“Nay,” replied Edward angrily, “not afraid!”
The child nodded.
“Richard has a new silk cote hardie which pleases him mightily; but when I am well I shall have a shirt of mail, shall I not?”
“Ay!” answered the Prince, “if the armourer can make one so small.”
The child closed his eyes.
“Why am I sick, Seigneur?” he muttered. “Did I do wrong?”