to be his friend, and had taken his part against his father, that was really only to hurt King Henry; he hated Richard quite as much, or more, and only wanted to get home first in order to do him as much harm as he could while he was away.  So Philip said it was too hot for him in the Holy Land, and made him ill.  He sailed back to France, while Richard remained, though the climate really did hurt his health, and he often had fevers there.  When he was ill, Saladin used to send him grapes, and do all he could to show how highly he thought of so brave a man.  Once Saladin sent him a beautiful horse; Richard told the Earl of Salisbury to try it, and no sooner was the earl mounted, than the horse ran away with him to the Saracen army.  Saladin was very much vexed, and was afraid it would be taken for a trick to take the English king prisoner, and he gave the earl a quieter horse to ride back with.  Richard fought one terrible battle at Joppa with the Saracens, and then he tried to go on to take Jerusalem; but he wanted to leave a good strong castle behind him at Ascalon, and set all his men to work to build it up.  When they grumbled, he worked with them, and asked the duke to do the same; but Leopold said gruffly that he was not a carpenter or a mason.  Richard was so provoked that he struck him a blow, and the duke went home in a rage.

So many men had gone home, that Richard found his army was not strong enough to try to take Jerusalem.  He was greatly grieved, for he knew it was his own fault for not having shown the temper of a Crusader; and when he came to the top of a hill whence the Holy City could be seen, he would not look at it, but turned away, saying, “They who are not worthy to win it are not worthy to behold it.”  It was of no use for him to stay with so few men; besides, tidings came from home that King Philip and his own brother, John, were doing all the mischief they could.  So he made a peace for three years between the Saracens and Christians, hoping to come back again after that to rescue Jerusalem.  But on his way home there were terrible storms; his ships were scattered, and his own ship was driven up into the Adriatic Sea, where he was robbed by pirates, or sea robbers, and then was shipwrecked.  There was no way for him to get home but through the lands of Leopold of Austria; so he pretended to be a merchant, and set out attended only by a boy.  He fell ill at a little inn, and while he was in bed the boy went into the kitchen with the king’s glove in his belt.  It was an embroidered glove, such as merchants never used, and people asked questions, and guessed that the boy’s master must be some great man.  The Duke of Austria heard of it, sent soldiers to take him, and shut him up as a prisoner in one of his castles.  Afterwards, the duke gave him up for a large sum of money to the Emperor of Germany.  All this time Richard’s wife and mother had been in great sorrow and fear, trying to find out what had become of him.  It