So saying, she extended her hand to him. The King kissed it in token of reconciliation, and then proceeded.
“You think, my sweet cousin, that my anger in this matter was feigned; but you are deceived. The punishment I inflicted upon this knight was just; for he had betrayed—no matter for how tempting a bribe, fair cousin—the trust committed to him. But I rejoice, perchance as much as you, that to-morrow gives him a chance to win the field, and throw back the stain which for a time clung to him upon the actual thief and traitor. No!—future times may blame Richard for impetuous folly, but they shall say that in rendering judgment he was just when he should and merciful when he could.”
“Laud not thyself, cousin King,” said Edith. “They may call thy justice cruelty, thy mercy caprice.”
“And do not thou pride thyself,” said the King, “as if thy knight, who hath not yet buckled on his armour, were unbelting it in triumph—Conrade of Montserrat is held a good lance. What if the Scot should lose the day?”
“It is impossible!” said Edith firmly. “My own eyes saw yonder Conrade tremble and change colour like a base thief; he is guilty, and the trial by combat is an appeal to the justice of God. I myself, in such a cause, would encounter him without fear.”
“By the mass, I think thou wouldst, wench,” said the King, “and beat him
to boot, for there never breathed a truer Plantagenet than thou.”
He paused, and added in a very serious tone, “See that thou
continue to remember what is due to thy birth.”
“What means that advice, so seriously given at this moment?” said Edith. “Am I of such light nature as to forget my name—my condition?”
“I will speak plainly, Edith,” answered the King, “and as to a friend. What will this knight be to you, should he come off victor from yonder lists?”
“To me?” said Edith, blushing deep with shame and displeasure. “What can he be to me more than an honoured knight, worthy of such grace as Queen Berengaria might confer on him, had he selected her for his lady, instead of a more unworthy choice? The meanest knight may devote himself to the service of an empress, but the glory of his choice,” she said proudly, “must be his reward.”
“Yet he hath served and suffered much for you,” said the King.