The lady’s face clouded slightly, but her reply was quiet and calm.

“I fear me they are that still; but he lacks all cause of offence.  My good lord is careful in all things to avoid making ill blood with a jealous neighbour.  That he has always cast covetous eyes upon Chad is known throughout the countryside; but I trow he would find it something difficult to make good any claim.”

“Why, verily!” cried the nurse, with energy.  “He could but come as a foul usurper, against whom would every honest hand be raised.  But, good my mistress, what is the truth of the whisper I have heard that the Lord of Mortimer has wed his daughter to one who calls himself of the house of Chad?  I cannot believe that any of the old race would mate with a Mortimer.  Is it but the idle gossip of the ignorant? or what truth is there in it?”

“I scarce know myself the rights of the matter,” answered Lady Chadgrove, still with a slight cloud upon her brow.  “It is certainly true that Lord Mortimer has lately wed his only child, a daughter, to a knight who calls himself Sir Edward Chadwell, and makes claim to be descended from my lord’s house.  Men say that he makes great boasting that the Chadwells are an older branch than the Chadgroves, and that by right of inheritance Chad is his.

“Methinks he would find it very hard to make good any such claim.  Belike it is but idle boasting.  Yet it may be that there will be some trouble in store.  He has taken up his abode at Mortimer’s Keep, and maybe we shall hear ill news before long.”

All eyes were fixed for a moment on the lady’s face, and then the hands moved faster than before, whilst a subdued murmur went round the group.  Not one heart was there that did not beat with indignation at the thought that any should dare to try to disturb the peace of the rightful lord of Chad.  If the loyalty and affection of all around would prove a safeguard, the knight need have no fear from the claims advanced by any adversary.

“There has been a muttering of coming tempest anent those vexed forest rights,” continued the lady, in reply to some indignant words from the nurse.  “I would that difficult question could be settled and laid at rest; but my good lord has yielded something too much already for the sake of peace and quietness, and at each concession Mortimer’s word was passed that he would claim no further rights over the portion that remained to us.  But his word is broken without scruple, and we cannot ever be giving way.  Were no stand to be made, the whole forest track would soon be claimed by Mortimer, and we should have nothing but the bare park that is fenced about and cannot be filched bit by bit away.  But all the world knows that Chad has forest rights equal to those of Mortimer.  It is but to seek a quarrel that the baron continues to push his claims ever nearer and nearer our walls.”

Another murmur of indignation went round; but there was no time for further talk, as at that moment the three boys entered from the tilt yard; hot, thirsty, and breathless, and the fair-haired lad with the dreamy blue eyes held a kerchief to his head that was stained with blood.