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So the armor was trussed upon the arel put it on once more for the pleasure of the Lady Erled pain and joy--pain that she should lose hio so bravely to the wars As to her own future, it had been ed that a steward should look to the Tilford estate whilst she had at her disposal a suite of rooms in royal Windsor, where with other venerable daht of her days discussing long-forgotten scandals and whispering sad things about the grandfathers and the grandel ht leave her with an easy mind when he turned his face to France

But there was one more visit to be paid and one el could leave thehe donned his brightest tunic, dark purple velvet of Genoa, with tri round the front, and his belt of embossed silver round his loins Mounted on lordly Pommers, with his hawk upon wrist and his sword by his side, never did fairer young gallant or one more modest in ht of Duplin to whohters, Edith and Mary, and Edith was the fairest maid in all the heather-country

Sir John Buttesthorn, the Knight of Duplin, was so called because he had been present at that strange battle, sohteen years before, when the full power of Scotland had been for a round by a handful of adventurers and hting in their own private quarrel Their exploit fills no pages of history, for it is to the interest of no nation to record it, and yet the rue in those times, for it was on that day when the flower of Scotland was left dead upon the field, that the world first understood that a new force had arisen in war, and that the English archer, with his robust courage and his skill with the weapon which he had wielded from his boyhood, was a pohich even the mailed chivalry of Europe had seriously to reckon