and. His face bore the traces of scars, doubtless honourably gained; seen beneath a scarlet cap, lined with steel, but trimmed with fur. A flexible coat of mail, so cunningly wrought as to offer no more opposition to the movements of the wearer than a greatcoat might nowadays, was covered with a thick cloak or mantle, in deference to the severity of the weather; the thighs were similarly protected by linked mail, and the hose and boots defended by unworked plates of thin steel. In his girdle was a dagger, and from the saddle depended, on one side, a huge two-handed sword, on the other a gilded battle axe.
It was, in short, a knight of the olden time, who thus travelled through this dangerous country, alone with his squire, who bore his master's lance and carried his small triangular shield, broad at the summit to protect the breast, but thence diminishing to a point.
"Dost thou know, my Stephen, thy way through this desolate country? for verily the traces of the road are but slight."
"My lord, the ni
A fairly decent old novel about a pair of boys, one grows up to be a knight the other a Franciscan, set in Sussex around 1254. A relatively fast read with some historical errors (Like Ivanhoe, it makes much of the distinction between Norman and English, something that really didnt exist anymore during the time of the story). But entertaining enough to be worth a read.