“Of that which I have just won over the Knight of Fear.”
A murmur of surprise was heard on all sides.
“Come forward, Allegrignac,” said the Emperor, in a severe voice. “What does this mean, and which of you is the impostor?”
The consciences of the two pretended victors were not so clear that they could listen without alarm to the infuriated voice of Charlemagne. They felt that impudence alone could assist them; and Allegrignac coming forward, pointed to the Knight of Bourglastic, and said—
“If, sire, this man pretends that he has vanquished the Knight of Fear, I declare that he lies.”
“Lies!” cried Mont-Rognon, blinded with rage. “Who dares utter the word?”
“I, Allegrignac, Count of Salençon.”
“Traitor and perjurer! you shall not quit this place alive. A disgraceful death shall be your fate, and the fate of all belonging to you.” And he drew his sword. “Yes, you have lied, baron of the realm though you be, and I will teach you to change your note, perjured coward! I shall slay you and yours before the humblest lacquey in my service is the worse by a hair, for all your bravery.”
“These two cocks,” said Oliver, “seem to me to crow too long before they begin fighting. It would be mockery to separate them.”
Charlemagne raised his voice, and silence was at once restored.