“He has heard it!” cried the duke, advancing. “But his hopes are not yet extinguished.”
The Fair Geraldine uttered a slight scream, and disengaged herself from the earl.
“Richmond, you have acted unworthily in thus playing the spy,” said Surrey angrily.
“None but a spy can surprise interviews like these,” rejoined Richmond bitterly. “The Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald had better have kept her chamber, than come here to plight her troth with a boy, who will change his mind before his beard is grown.”
“Your grace shall find the boy man enough to avenge an insult,” rejoined Surrey sternly.
“I am glad to hear it,” returned the duke. “Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald, I must pray you to return to your lodgings. The king's jester will attend you. This way, my lord.”
Too much exasperated to hesitate, Surrey followed the duke down the passage, and the next moment the clashing of swords was heard. The Fair Geraldine screamed loudly, and Will Sommers began to think the jest had been carried too far.
“What is to be done?” he cried. “If the king hears of this quarrel, he will assuredly place the Earl of Surrey in arrest. I now repent having brought the duke here.”
“You acted most maliciously,” cried the Fair Geraldine; “but fly, and prevent further mischief.”
Thus urged, the jester ran towards the lower ward, and finding an officer of the guard and a couple of halberdiers near the entrance of St. George's Chapel, told them what was taking place, and they immediately hastened with him to the scene of the conflict.