s body. Now God and his saints have
mercy upon me and guard me from evil!"
The last prayer was shot out of the Bishop with an energy and
earnestness unusual in his orisons. It was caused by the sudden outcry
of one of the Squires who, having lifted the helmet from the ground,
cast it down again with a scream of horror.
"It is empty!" he cried. "It weighs as light as a feather."
"'Fore God, it is true!" cried Manny, laying his hand on it. "There
is no one in it. With what have I fought, father Bishop? Is it of this
world or of the next?"
The Bishop had clambered on his horse the better to consider the point.
"If the foul fiend is abroad," said he, "my place is over yonder by
the King's side. Certes that sulphur-colored horse hath a very devilish
look. I could have sworn that I saw both smoke and flame from its
nostrils. The beast is fit to bear a suit of armor which rides and
fights and yet hath no man within it."
"Nay, not too fast, father Bishop," said one of the knights. "It may
be all that you say and yet come from a human workshop. When I made a
campaign in South Germany I have seen at Nuremberg a cunning figure,
devised by an armorer, which could both ride and wield a sword. If this
be such a one--"
"I thank you all for your very gentle courtesy," said a booming voice
from the figure upon the ground.
At the words even the valiant Manny sprang into his saddle. Some rode
madly away from the horrid trunk. A few of the boldest lingered.
"Most of all," said the voice, "would I thank the most noble knight,
Sir Walter Manny, that he should deign to lay aside his greatness and
condescend to do a deed of arms upon so humble a Squire."
"'Fore God!" said Manny, "if this be the Devil, then the Devil hath a
very courtly tongue. I will have him out of his armor, if he blast me!"
So saying he sprang once more from his horse and plunging his hand down
the slit in the collapsed gorget he closed it tightly upon a fistful of
Nigel's yellow curls. The groan that came forth was enough to convince
him that it was indeed a man who lurked within. At the same time his
eyes fell upon the hole in the mail corselet which had served the Squire
as a visor, and he burst into deep-chested mirth. The King, the Prince
and Chandos, who had watched the scene from a distance, too much amused
by it to explain or interfere, rode up weary with laughter, now that all
was discovered.
"Let him out!" said the King, with his hand to hi
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