"Ah!"
"Well, sir, your story?"
"You told me they were the arms of De Genlis. Surely you were mistaken in that?"
"I will be frank with you, Prosper. I was mistaken. They are the arms of Salomon de Montguichet."
"Pardon me, dame," said Prosper, "they are the arms of Salomon de Born."
He never dealt cleaner blow with a spear. The Golden Knight stood up rocking in his stirrups. Then he dropped his weapon and began to wail like a woman.
"Oh no, no, no! Oh, Prosper, be merciful! Oh, God, kill me, kill me, kill me! Tell me you have lied, Prosper, or I must die."
"I have not lied, madam. You have lied," said Prosper, watching with a bleak smile.
On a sudden the Golden Knight spurred his horse violently. The beast lunged forward and shot off at a mad gallop with his flanks streaming blood. Prosper watched him go.
"Follow! follow!" cried the Golden Knight to the man by the sign-post.