hackney, for he was in such ill plight that he could not go a-foot.  He gave them up to Sir Walter, who was awaiting him, and said to him, “As captain of Calais I deliver to you, with the consent of the poor people of the town, these six burghers, who are, I swear to you, the most honorable and notable in person, in fortune, and in ancestry, in the town of Calais.  I pray you be pleased to pray the King of England that these good folks be not put to death.”  “I know not,” answered De Manny, “what my lord the king may mean to do with them; but I promise you that I will do mine ability.”  When Sir Walter brought in the six burghers in this condition, King Edward was in his chamber with a great company of earls, barons, and knights.  As soon as he heard that the folks of Calais were there as he had ordered, he went out and stood in the open space before his hostel and all those lords with him; and even Queen Philippa of England, who was with child, followed the king her lord.  He gazed most cruelly on those six poor men, for he had his heart possessed with so much rage that at first he could not speak.  When he spoke, he commanded them to be straightway beheaded, All the barons and knights who were there prayed him to show them mercy.  “Gentle sir,” said Walter de Manny, “restrain your wrath; you have renown for gentleness and nobleness; be pleased to do nought whereby it may be diminished; if you have not pity on yonder folk, all others will say that it was great cruelty on your part to put to death these six honorable burghers, who of their own free will have put themselves at your mercy to save the others.”  The king gnashed his teeth, saying, “Sir Walter, hold your peace; let them fetch hither my headsman; the people of Calais have been the death of so many of my men that it is but meet that yon fellows die also.”  Then, with great humility, the noble queen, who was very nigh her delivery, threw herself on her knees at the feet of the king, saying, “Ah gentle sir, if, as you know, I have asked nothing of you from the time that I crossed the sea in great peril, I pray you humbly that as a special boon, for the sake of Holy Mary’s Son and for the love of me, you will please to have mercy on these six men.”

[Illustration:  Queen Philippa at the Feet of the King——­314]

The king did not speak at once, and fixed his eyes on the good dame his wife, who was weeping piteously on her knees.  She softened his stern heart, for he would have been loath to vex her in the state in which she was; and he said to her, “Ha! dame, I had much rather you had been elsewhere than here; but you pray me such prayers that I dare not refuse you, and though it irks me much to do so, there!  I give them up to you; do with them as you will.”  “Thanks, hearty thanks, my lord,” said the good queen.  Then she rose up and raised up the six burghers, had the ropes taken off their necks, and took them with her to her chamber, where she had fresh clothes and dinner brought to them.  Afterwards she gave them six nobles apiece, and had them led out of the host in all safety.