estates to my grandfather, Don Ricardo, in consideration of his
faithful services." The stranger shook his head.

"Sir Knight," said Manfred, warmly, "Ricardo was a valiant and
upright man; he was a pious man; witness his munificent foundation
of the adjoining church and two converts. He was peculiarly
patronised by St. Nicholas--my grandfather was incapable--I say,
Sir, Don Ricardo was incapable--excuse me, your interruption has
disordered me. I venerate the memory of my grandfather. Well,
Sirs, he held this estate; he held it by his good sword and by the
favour of St. Nicholas--so did my father; and so, Sirs, will I,
come what come will. But Frederic, your Lord, is nearest in blood.
I have consented to put my title to the issue of the sword. Does
that imply a vicious title? I might have asked, where is Frederic
your Lord? Report speaks him dead in captivity. You say, your
actions say, he lives--I question it not--I might, Sirs, I might--
but I do not. Other Princes would bid Frederic take his
inheritance by force, if he can: they would not stake their
dignity on a single combat: they would not submit it to the
decision of unknown mutes!--pardon me, gentlemen, I am too warm:
but suppose yourselves in my situation: as ye are stout Knights,
would it not move your choler to have your own and the honour of
your ancestors called in question?"

"But to the point. Ye require me to deliver up the Lady Isabella.
Sirs, I must ask if ye are authorised to receive her?"

The Knight nodded.

"Receive her," continued Manfred; "well, you are authorised to