a distance on the grass, displayed to the Knight of the Fetterlock grizzled locks, and a countenance he did not expect to have seen under such circumstances.
"Waldemar Fitzurse!" he said in astonishment; "what could urge one of thy rank and seeming worth to so foul an undertaking?"
"Richard," said the captive Knight, looking up to him, "thou knowest little of mankind, if thou knowest not to what ambition and revenge can lead every child of Adam."
"Revenge?" answered the Black Knight; "I never wronged thee—On me thou hast nought to revenge."
"My daughter, Richard, whose alliance thou didst scorn—was that no injury to a Norman, whose blood is noble as thine own?"
"Thy daughter!" replied the Black Knight; "a proper cause of enmity, and followed up to a bloody issue.—Stand back, my masters, I would speak to him alone. And now, Waldemar Fitzurse, say me the truth—confess who set thee on this traitorous deed."
"Thy father's son," answered Waldemar,
