an ivory comb, seated on
a crimson velvet cushion. She looked towards the sea, and she saw a
gallant fleet making for the land.

He who was in command stepped on shore. He was a belted knight, but his
features could not be seen as his vizor was down.

Approaching Lady Clare, he saluted her, and she thus addressed him--

"Hast thou, noble knight, seen my husband, who bid me good-bye many
years ago when he sailed for the Holy Land?"

"I know not thy husband, fair lady. By what should I know him?"

"He took his white charger with its golden trappings with him," answered
Lady Clare. "On his lance he bore a red pennon; a tress of my hair
served him for a belt, from which hung his sword. But if thou hast not
seen him, Knight of the Cross, then woe be to me, lonely widow, for I
have three daughters, and they are all unmarried."

"I am a soldier," continued the knight; "war is my employment. But what
wouldst thou give, fair lady, to have thy husband near?"

"I would give thee more money than thou couldst count, as well as the
roof of my house, which is made of gold and ivory," answered Lady Clare.

"I care not for gold nor money; they are of no use to me, for I am a
soldier and engaged in war, and I never saw thy husband. But what
wouldst thou give, fair lady, to have him here?" inquired the knight.

"I would give thee my jewels, which cannot be weighed nor measured; I
would give thee my golden loom and my distaff of burnished silver," said
Lady Clare.

"I neither wish for gold nor for silver: with steel is my hand better
acquainted, for I am a warrior, and I never saw thy husband. But what
wouldst thou give to have him near thee?" cried the knight.

"I would let thee choose one of my daughters; they are as fair as the
moon, or as the sun when rising," urged Lady Clare.

"I do not want thy daughters; they may not marry me, for I am a soldier
and engaged in warfare, and I never cast eyes on thy husband. But what
wouldst thou give to have thy own knight here?" exclaimed the warrior.

"I cannot give thee more, nor hast thou more to ask of me," replied Lady
Clare.

"Thou hast still more to give, for thou hast not yet offered thyself,
fair lady," said the knight.

"A belted knight who dare so speak deserves to be dragged around my
garden, tied to the tails of my horses. Come hither, my vassals, and
punish this rude soldier!" exclaimed Lady Clare.

"Do not call for thy vassals, for they are mine also," said the kni