When Brandon presented himself at the door his entrance was barred, but he quickly pushed aside the halberds and entered.  The Duke of Buckingham, a proud, self-important individual, was standing near the door and saw it all.  Now Buckingham was one of those unfortunate persons who never lose an opportunity to make a mistake, and being anxious to display his zeal on behalf of the princess stepped up to prevent Brandon’s entrance.

“Sir, you will have to move out of this,” he said pompously.  “You are not at a jousting bout.  You have made a mistake and have come to the wrong place.”

“My Lord of Buckingham is pleased to make rather more of an ass of himself than usual this evening,” replied Brandon with a smile, as he started across the room to Mary, whose eye he had caught.  She had seen and heard it all, but instead of coming to his relief stood there laughing to herself.  At this Buckingham grew furious and ran around ahead of Brandon, valiantly drawing his sword.

“Now, by heaven! fellow, make but another step and I will run you through,” he said.

I saw it all, but could hardly realize what was going on, it came so quickly and was over so soon.  Like a flash Brandon’s sword was out of its sheath, and Buckingham’s blade was flying toward the ceiling.  Brandon’s sword was sheathed again so quickly that one could hardly believe it had been out at all, and, picking up Buckingham’s, he said with a half-smothered laugh: 

“My lord has dropped his sword.”  He then broke its point with his heel against the hard floor, saying:  “I will dull the point, lest my lord, being unaccustomed to its use, wound himself.”  This brought peals of laughter from everybody, including the king.  Mary laughed also, but, as Brandon was handing Buckingham his blade, came up and demanded: 

“My lord, is this the way you take it upon yourself to receive my guests?  Who appointed you, let me ask, to guard my door?  We shall have to omit your name from our next list, unless you take a few lessons in good manners.”  This was striking him hard, and the quality of the man will at once appear plain to you when I say that he had often received worse treatment, but clung to the girl’s skirts all the more tenaciously.  Turning to Brandon the princess said: 

“Master Brandon, I am glad to see you, and regret exceedingly that our friend of Buckingham should so thirst for your blood.”  She then led him to the king and queen, to whom he made his bow, and the pair continued their walk about the room.  Mary again alluded to the skirmish at the door, and said laughingly: 

“I would have come to your help, but I knew you were amply able to take care of yourself.  I was sure you would worst the duke in some way.  It was better than a mummery, and I was glad to see it.  I do not like him.”