le Grand. The plump little occupant of the pillion, Osbert felt sure
must be Lady le Grand, formerly Jane the Fool, whom the Queen
had been graciously pleased to bestow in marriage upon Xit. While
young Clinton was detailing these circumstances to the Prince, an
incident occurred that brought a smile to Philip’s grave countenance.
As Og, the representative of Sir Bevis, was passing through the
arch, which his plumed helmet well-nigh touched, he perceived a
very comely damsel looking down from a ladder on which she was
standing, and laughing at him. Without more ado, he raised himself
in his stirrups, and putting his arm round her neck, gave her a
sounding salute. Indignant at this proceeding, the damsel requited
him with a buffet on the cheek, but in so doing she lost her balance,
and would have fallen if the giant had not caught her, and placed
her behind him on the broad back of Arundel, which done, he
secured his prize by passing his belt round her waist.
Great was the amusement of the bystanders at this occurrence,
and several of them clapped their hands and called out, “The
Princess Josyan!—the Princess Josyan!” One young gallant, however,
did not share the general mirth, but, shouting to Sir Bevis to set the
damsel down, made an effort to release her. But he was thwarted in
his purpose by Magog, or rather, we should say, by the terrible
Ascapart, who, seizing him by the jerkin, notwithstanding his
struggles, handed him to Sir Bevis, and by the latter he was instantly
transferred to the highest step of the ladder which the damsel had
just quitted. Satisfied with what he had done, Sir Bevis rode on,
carrying away with him his fair captive, amid the plaudits and
laughter of the spectators. Highly incensed at the treatment he had
experienced, the youth was preparing to descend, when he
perceived Xit beneath him, and stung to fury by the derisive laughter
and gestures of the dwarf, who was mightily entertained by what
had taken place, he pulled off his thick flat cap, and threw it with
such force, and so true an aim, that hitting Xit on the head, it nearly
knocked him off his horse.
Greatly ruffled by the indignity thus offered him, Xit, as soon as he
recovered his equilibrium, drew his sword, and shrieking out to the
apprentice that he should pay for his insolence with his life, bade