In a moment Prince Charles"s rapier was shining in the sunlight, and he fell on guard in the most elegant att.i.tude, his left hand gracefully raised and curved.
d.i.c.k drew his sword, but, as suddenly, threw it down again.
"Hang it!" he exclaimed, "I can"t hit you with _this_! This is the Sword of Sharpness; it would cut through your steel and your neck at a touch."
He paused, and thought.
"Let me beseech your Royal Highness," he said to the Duke of York, who was in a terrible taking, "to lend your blade to a hand not less royal than your own."
"Give him it, Hal!" said Prince Charles, who was standing with the point of his sword on the ground, and the blade bent. "He seems to believe in his own nonsense."
The duke yielded his sword; d.i.c.k took it, made a nourish, and rushed at Prince Charles.
Now Ricardo had always neglected his fencing lessons. "Where"s the good of it," he used to ask, "all that stamping, and posture-making, and ha- haing? The Sword of Sharpness is enough for _me_."
But now he could not, in honour, use the Sword of Sharpness; so on he came, waving the rapier like a claymore, and made a slice at Prince Charles"s head.
The prince, very much surprised, parried in prime, riposted, and touched d.i.c.k on the hand.
At this moment the Princess Jaqueline did what she should have thought of sooner. She flew out of d.i.c.k"s coat, and stung old King James on his royal nose. The king wakened, nearly crushed the princess (so dangerous is the practice of magic to the artist), and then leaped up, and saw d.i.c.k"s blade flying through the air, glittering in the sun. The prince had disarmed him.
"Hullo! what"s all this? _A moi_, _mes gardes_!" cried the old king, in French and English; and then he ran up, just in time to hear Prince Charles say:
"Sir, take your life! I cannot strike an unarmed man. A prince you may be, but you have not learned the exercises of gentlemen."
"What is all this, Carluccio?" asked the old king. "Swords out! brawling in my very presence! blood drawn!" for d.i.c.k"s hand was bleeding a good deal.
Prince Charles, as briefly as possible, explained the unusual nature of the circ.u.mstances.
"A king must hear both sides," said King James. "What reply have you, sir, to make to his Royal Highness"s statements?"
"The carpet would not work, sir," said d.i.c.k. "It never happened before.
Had I used my own sword," and he explained its properties, "the Prince of Wales would not be alive to tell his story. I can say no more, beyond offering my apology for a disappointment which I could not have foreseen.
A gentleman can only say that he is sorry. But wait!" he added; "I can at least prove that my confidence in some of my resources is not misplaced. Bid me bring you something--anything--from the ends of the earth, and it shall be in your hands. I can"t say fairer."
King James reflected, while Prince Ricardo was pulling on the Seven-league Boots, which he had kicked off to fight more freely, and while the Duke of York bandaged d.i.c.k"s hand with a kerchief.
"Bring me," said his Majesty, "Lord Lovat"s snuff-mull."
"Where does he live?" said d.i.c.k.
"At Gortuleg, in Scotland," answered King James.
d.i.c.k was out of sight before the words were fairly spoken, and in ten minutes was back, bearing a large ram"s-horn snuff-box, with a big cairngorm set in the top, and the Frazer arms.
"Most astonishing!" said King James.
"A miracle!" said the Duke of York.
"You have entirely cleared your character," said the king. "Your honour is without a stain, though it is a pity about the carpet. Your n.o.bility in not using your magical sword, under the greatest provocation, reconciles me to this fresh blighting of my hopes. All my allies fail me," said the poor king with a sigh; "you alone have failed with honour.
Carluccio, embrace the prince!"
They fell into each other"s arms.
"Prince," said d.i.c.k, "you have taught me a lesson for which I shall not be ungrateful. With any blade a gentleman should be able to hold his own in fair fight. I shall no longer neglect my fencing lessons."
"With any blade," said Prince Charles, "I shall be happy to find Prince Ricardo by my side in a stricken field. We shall not part till I have induced you to accept a sword which I can never hope to draw against another adversary so n.o.ble. In war, my weapon is the claymore."
Here the prince offered to Ricardo the ruby-studded hilt of his rapier, which had a beautiful white shark-skin sheath.
"You must accept it, sir," said King James; "the hilt holds the rubies of John Sobieski."
"Thank you, prince," said Ricardo, "for the weapon, which I shall learn to wield; and I entreat you to honour me by receiving this fairy gift--which _you_ do not need--a ring which makes all men faithful to the wearer."
The Prince of Wales bowed, and placed the talisman on his finger.
Ricardo then, after a few words of courtesy on both parts, picked up his useless carpet, took his farewell of the royal party, and, with Jaqueline still hidden under his collar, returned at full speed, but with a heavy heart, to Pantouflia, where the palace gong was just sounding for luncheon.
Ricardo never interfered in foreign affairs again, but his ring proved very useful to Prince Charles, as you may have read in history.
CHAPTER VI.
Ricardo"s Repentance.
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The queen, as it happened fortunately, was lunching with one of the ladies of her Court. Ricardo did not come down to luncheon, and Jaqueline ate hers alone; and very mournful she felt. The prince had certainly not come well out of the adventure. He had failed (as all attempts to restore the Stuarts always did); he had been wounded, though he had never received a scratch in any of his earlier exploits; and if his honour was safe, and his good intentions fully understood, that was chiefly due to Jaqueline, and to the generosity of King James and Prince Charles.
"I wonder what he"s doing?" she said to herself, and at last she went up and knocked at Ricardo"s door.
"Go away," he said; "I don"t want to see anybody. Who is it?"
"It"s only me--Jaqueline."
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"Go away! I want n.o.body."
"Do let me in, dear d.i.c.k; I have good news for you," said the princess.
"What is it?" said Ricardo, unlocking the door. "Why do you bother a fellow so?"
He had been crying--his hand obviously hurt him badly; he looked, and indeed he was, very sulky.
"How did you get on in England, d.i.c.k?" asked the princess, taking no notice of his bandaged hand.