. The book of romance; . air Lord ! called Gibourc, Avho from the battle-ments had watched the fight, come back, come back,for now indeed you may enter. And William heard hervoice, and left the Saracens to go w^here they wouldwhile he struck the chains off the prisoners, and led themto the gates of Orange, while he himself rode back to theSaracens. Not again would the Lady Gibourc have reason tocall him coward. And Gibourc saw, and her heart swelled within her,and she repented her of her words. It is my fault if heis slain, she wept. Oh, come back, come back! And William came. Now the drawbrid
. The book of romance; . air Lord ! called Gibourc, Avho from the battle-ments had watched the fight, come back, come back,for now indeed you may enter. And William heard hervoice, and left the Saracens to go w^here they wouldwhile he struck the chains off the prisoners, and led themto the gates of Orange, while he himself rode back to theSaracens. Not again would the Lady Gibourc have reason tocall him coward. And Gibourc saw, and her heart swelled within her,and she repented her of her words. It is my fault if heis slain, she wept. Oh, come back, come back! And William came. Now the drawbridge was let down before him, andhe entered the city followed by the Christians whom hehad delivered, and the Countess unlaced his helmet, andbathed his wounds, and then stopped, doubting. You cannot be William after all, said she, for AD VENTURES OF WILLIAM SHOR T NOSE 263 William would have brought back the young kinsmenwho went with him ; and Guy and Vivian, and all theyoung Barons of the country side. And William would. have been encircled by minstrels singing the great deedshe had done. Ah, noble Countess, you speak truth/ answered he. 264 AD VENTURES OF WILLIAM SHOR T NOSE Henceforth my life will be spent in mourning, for myfriends and comrades who went to war with me arelying dead at the Aliscans. Vivian is dead also, but Ber-trand and Guy, Guichard the bold, and Gerard the brave,are captives in the Saracen camp. Great was the sorrow in the city of Orange, greatlikewise was the sorrow in the palace of her lord, wherethe ladies of the Countess mourned for their it was Gibourc herself who first dried her tears, androused herself from her grief for Vivian and others whomshe had loved well. Noble Count, she said, do notlose your courage, and let the Infidels crush your it is not near Orleans, in safety, that yourlands lie, but in the very midst of the Saracens. Orangenever will have peace till they are subdued. So sendmessengers to Paris, to your b
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