Thechampion，movingonwardamidthesewell-meanthints，ascendedtheplatformbytheslopingalleywhichledtoitfromthelists，and，totheastonishmentofallpresent，ridingstraightuptothecentralpavilion，struckwiththesharpendofhisspeartheshieldofBriandeBois-Guilbertuntilitrungagain。Allstoodastonishedathispresumption，butnonemorethantheredoubtedKnightwhomhehadthusdefiedtomortalcombat，andwho，littleexpectingsorudeachallenge，wasstandingcarelesslyatthedoorofthepavilion。

　　``Haveyouconfessedyourself，brother，’’saidtheTemplar，``andhaveyouheardmassthismorning，thatyouperilyourlifesofrankly?’’

　　``Iamfittertomeetdeaththanthouart，’’answeredtheDisinheritedKnight；forbythisnamethestrangerhadrecordedhimselfinthebooksofthetourney。

　　``Thentakeyourplaceinthelists，’’saidBois-Guilbert，``andlookyourlastuponthesun；forthisnightthoushaltsleepinparadise。’’

　　``Gramercyforthycourtesy，’’repliedtheDisinheritedKnight，``andtorequiteit，Iadvisetheetotakeafreshhorseandanewlance，forbymyhonouryouwillneedboth。’’

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