Yolanda: Maid of Burgundy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 348 pages of information about Yolanda.

Yolanda: Maid of Burgundy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 348 pages of information about Yolanda.

It was an hour after we left Castleman’s house before Max and I entered the false lists.  As I expected, the princess was sitting in the pavilion with her father and Duchess Margaret.  A veil partly concealed her features, and when Max rode down the false lists to make his obeisance before the duke and the duchess, he could not know that the white face of Yolanda looked down upon him.  I was sorry to see the princess in the pavilion, because I knew that if an untoward fate should befall Max, a demonstration would surely follow in the ducal gallery.

At the gate of the true lists, Max was met by a priest, who heard his oath, and by a herald, who read the laws and the agreement relating to the combat.  A court of heraldry had decided that three lances should be broken, after which the champions, if both alive, should dismount and continue the fight with battle-axes of whatever weight they might choose.  If either knight should be disabled, it was the other’s right to kill him.

After Max had entered the true lists the gates were closed, and Hymbercourt, myself, and our squires stood outside the barrier at the north end of the false lists,—­the north being Max’s station on the course.

Max sat his charger, lance in rest; Calli waited in the south, and these two faced each other with death between them.

When all was ready the heralds raised their banners, and the duke gave the word of battle.  There was a moment of deep silence, broken by the thunder of tramping hoofs, as horses and men rushed upon each other.  Calli and Max met in mid-course, and the din of their contact was like the report of a cannon.  Each horse fell back upon its haunches; each rider bent back upon his horse.  Two tough yule lances burst into a hundred splinters.  Then silence ensued, broken after a moment by a storm of applause from the pavilion.

The second course was like the first, save that Max nearly unhorsed Calli by a marvellous helmet stroke.  The stroke loosened Calli’s helmet by breaking a throat-strap, but neither he nor his friends seemed to notice the mishap, and the third course was begun without remedying it.  When the champions were within ten yards of each other, a report like the discharge of an arquebuse was heard, coming apparently from beneath the pavilion.  I could not say whence the report came—­I was too intent upon the scene in the lists to be thoroughly conscious of happenings elsewhere—­but come it did from somewhere, and Max’s fine charger plunged forward on the lists, dead.  Max fell over his horse’s head and lay half-stunned upon the ground.

Above the din rose a cry, a frantic scream, that fairly pierced my heart.  Well I knew the voice that uttered it.  The people in the pavilion rose to their feet, and cries of “Treachery! treachery!” came from all directions.  Calli was evidently expecting the shot, for just before it came he reined in his horse, and when Max fell the Italian instantly brought his charger to a standstill and began to dismount with all the speed his heavy armor would permit.  When safely down, he unclasped his battle-axe from the chain that held it to his girdle and started toward Max, who was lying prone upon the ground.  Cries of “Shame! shame!” came from the pavilion, but no one, not even the duke, dared to interfere; it was Calli’s right to kill Max if he could.

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