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。’’