AfriendlySquireatNigel’selbowwhisperedthenamesofthefamouswarriorsbeneath。”YouareyoungLoringofTilford，theSquireofChandos，areyounot？”saidhe。”MynameisDelves，andIcomefromDoddingtoninCheshire。IamtheSquireofSirJamesAudley，yonderround-backedmanwiththedarkfaceandclose-
croppedbeard，whohaththeSaracenheadasacrestabovehim。”
“Ihaveheardofhimasamanofgreatvalor，“saidNigel，gazingathimwithinterest。
“Indeed，youmaywellsayso，MasterLoring。HeisthebravestknightinEngland，andinChristendomalso，asIbelieve。Nomanhathdonesuchdeedsofvalor。”
Nigellookedathisnewacquaintancewithhopeinhiseyes。”Youspeakasitbecomesyoutospeakwhenyouupholdyourownmaster，“