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content to remain a simple banneret.
When the Second Richard went down before his usurping cousin, the
then head of the family had stood, to the last, true to his rightful King;
and hence it was small wonder that to Sir Richard de Lacy the
atmosphere of the Court of the new Monarch was not agreeable. When
Henry of Monmouth brought France again under English rule, Sir
Richard rode no more to the wars; and the heir being but an infant, his
retainers were mustered under a stranger's banner. During the later
struggles of Bedford and of Warwick to retain the fast relaxing hold of
England upon the domains beyond the Channel, the then Baron had
done his devoir full knightly, but it is not in a losing struggle that
families win advancement, and, to the last Lancastrian King, Sir
Edward de Lacy was not known. Then came the Wars of the Roses and,
ere Aymer's sire could bind the White Rose to his helmet, a sudden
illness stilled his hand in death; and thus, again, had the House lost an
opportunity to rise in fame and power. Much honor had Sir Aymer won
in the recent small wars and constant fightings of the Continent, and in
the right of his mother's family he might have aspired to high rank at
the French Court; but Louis, "the Fell," was not a warrior's King, nor
had long residence in a foreign clime bred in Sir Aymer forgetfulness
of the land of his birth.
And so, at length, he had furled his pennon, and followed by his

faithful squire and a few of his retainers he sought the English Court.
And with him went the solemn purpose either to restore the once great
name he bore to its place among the chivalry of England or to let it
perish utterly with him. Within a few weeks of his arrival, Edward's
sudden death occurred, and he had been quick to appreciate that his
opportunity lay with Gloucester in the North. A friendship formed with
the Duke of Buckingham some years previous in Paris, and which had
been renewed in London, had stood him in good stead; for being
acquainted with De Lacy's purpose of seeking Pontefract, Stafford had
to his great satisfaction made him his confidential messenger in the
very matter which was then so near to Richard's heart.
The entry of the squire broke in on the Knight's thoughts, and he turned
from the window.
"Make haste, Giles," said he, "and get me out of this steel."
With the skill of long practice it was quickly done; and removing the
suit of thin yellow leather worn under the harness, De Lacy donned a
doublet and short gown of black velvet, and then, throwing himself
upon the bed, he awaited the summons to the evening meal.
Meanwhile, the squire had laid aside his own armor and stood forth in
his leather suit that was creased and soiled by the iron weight.
Giles Dauvrey was no fledgling whose apprenticeship had begun
among the dainty pages of my lady's bower. A Gascon, and lowly born,
he was a simple man-at-arms when, in a small affray on the Italian
border, he had chanced to ward from Sir Aymer de Lacy's head the
battle-axe that, falling on him from behind, must else have cleft him to
the gorget. The young Knight had thereupon obtained the man's
transfer to his own following and--becoming assured of his bravery and
martial fitness--he had made him his squire when, a few months later,
an Italian cross-bolt had wrought a vacancy in the post. Stocky in build,
wonderfully quick and thoroughly trained in arms, he also had the rare
faculty of executing an order without the slightest evasion, and could
be trusted in any emergency either of discretion or valor. Right often
had the two stood side by side in the press of skirmish and the rush of

battle,--for they had ever sought the locality of strife--and there had
come to be little choice for the foeman between the accomplished
axe-play of the master and the sweeping blows of the sturdy squire.
And as among the veteran soldiery of the French-Italian borders no
name stood higher than De Lacy, so also was no wearer of the silver
spurs more respected than he who bore the banner of the Trippant Stag.
"It is a great fortress, Giles," said the Knight. "Never have I seen a
stronger."
"Marry, no; nor one, I ween, wherein the discipline was sterner. Are all
castles in this land of yours, my lord, so conducted?"
"All wherein the Duke of Gloucester holds command."
"Of a truth, then," said Dauvrey, "the tales I have heard of this Prince
are not so wide of the clout."
"What were the tales?"
"They were many