trumpet; and when his order had been obeyed, he drew near to Dick and looked him in the face.
Dick, returning this scrutiny, was surprised to find in one who had displayed such strength, skill and energy, a lad no older than himself—slightly deformed, with one shoulder higher than the other, and of a pale, painful, and distorted countenance.[1] The eyes, however, were very clear and bold.
"Sir," said this lad, "ye came in good time for me, and none too early."
"My lord," returned Dick, with a faint sense that he was in the presence of a great personage, "ye are yourself so marvellous a good swordsman that I believe ye had managed them single-handed. Howbeit, it was certainly well for me that your men delayed no longer than they did."
"How knew ye who I was?" demanded the stranger.
"Even now, my lord," Dick answered, "I am ignorant of whom I speak with."
"Is it so?" asked the other. "And yet ye threw yourself head first into this unequal battle."
"I saw one man valiantly contending against many," replied Dick, "and I had thought myself dishonoured not to bear him aid."
A singular sneer played about the young nobleman's mouth as he made answer:
- ↑ Richard Crookback would have been really far younger at this date.
