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“Why, then, went you not straight, without stopping?” asked the prince.

“I will tell you,” exclaimed Bertrand, in a loud and fierce tone. “We found Peter,–the curse of God confound him!–who had long since thrice falsely murdered his noble queen, who was of the royal blood of France and your own cousin. I stopped to take revenge for her, and to help Henry, whom I believe to be the rightful king of Spain. But you, through pride and covetousness of gold and silver, came to Spain, thinking to have the throne after the death of Peter. In this you injured your own blood and troubled me and my people, ruined your friends and famished your army, and for what? After all this, Peter has deceived you by cheating and trickery, for he has not kept faith nor covenant with you. But for this, by my soul and faith, I thank him heartily.”

These bold words were listened to by the prince with a changeful face. Seldom had he heard the truth spoken so bluntly, or with such firm composure in the speaker. When he had ceased, the prince rose, and with a somewhat bitter laugh declared that, on his soul, Bertrand had spoken but the truth. The barons around repeated the same among themselves, and, fixing their eyes on Bertrand, said,–“A brave fellow, the Breton.”

“Whether this be truth or no, Bertrand,” continued the prince, “you have rejected my offer, and shall not escape without a good ransom. It vexes me to let you go at all, for your king has none like you; but as men say that I keep you prisoner because I fear you, you shall go free on payment of sufficient ransom. Men shall learn that I neither fear nor care for you.”

“Sir, I thank you,” said Bertrand. “But I am a poor knight of little name and small means. What estate I have is deeply mortgaged for the purchase of war-horses, and I owe besides in this town full ten thousand florins. I pray you, therefore, to be moderate, and deliver me.”

“Where will you go, fair sir?” asked the prince.

“Where I may regain my loss,” answered Bertrand. “More than that, I say not.”

“Consider, then,” said the prince, “what ransom you will give me. What sum you name shall be enough for me.”

“I trust you will not stoop to retract your meaning,” rejoined Bertrand. “And since you are content to refer it to my pleasure, I ought not to value myself too low. So I will give and engage for my freedom one hundred thousand double golden florins.”

These words roused the greatest surprise and excitement in the room. Many of those present started, and the prince changed color, as he looked around at his knights.

“Does he mean to make game of me, that he offers such a sum?” asked the prince. “I would gladly free him for the quarter.”

Then, turning again to Bertrand, who stood with impassive countenance, he said,–

“Bertrand, neither can you pay, nor do I wish such a sum. So consider again.”

“Sir,” answered Bertrand, with grave composure, “since you wish not so much, I place myself at sixty thousand double florins; you shall not have less, if you but discharge me.”

“Be it so,” said the prince. “I agree to it.”

Then Bertrand looked round him with glad eyes, and drew up his form with proud assurance.

“Sir,” he said, “Prince Henry may truly vaunt that he will die king of Spain, cost him what it may, if he but lend me half my ransom, and the king of France the other. If I can neither go nor send to these two, I will get all the spinstresses in France to spin it, rather than that I should remain longer in your hands.”

“What sort of man is this?” said the prince, aside to his lords. “He is startled by nothing, either in act or thought; no more than if he had all the gold in the world. He has set himself at sixty thousand double florins, when I would have willingly accepted ten thousand.”