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I8o<br />
MOONFOLK.<br />
time until his coal-black curls mingled with Tonnerre's<br />
mane.<br />
A pause of utter surprise and doubt held every<br />
tongue and eye fixed for a moment,<br />
while Rhoda sat,<br />
the crown upon her folded hands, her eyes fixed upon<br />
Sir Lancelot; the Lady Isolde's face grew dark with<br />
envy and vexation, and the Lady Ermengarde stared as<br />
if unable to credit her own eyes.<br />
to speak :<br />
Lancelot was the first<br />
" Fair maiden, will you accept my prize, and with it<br />
crown yourself Queen of Love and Beauty<br />
? " asked he ;<br />
and Rhoda, her courage and her wits flowing back to<br />
her, raised the crown from her lap, and said in her soft<br />
childish voice :<br />
Thank you, Sir Lancelot ; but it is only because<br />
you are so kind that you give it to me. I am not "<br />
" Prythee hush, Miss<br />
" Malapert<br />
!<br />
whispered Ermengarde<br />
in her ear.<br />
"<br />
You are not to judge<br />
the wisdom<br />
of the good knight's choice, but accept it gratefully.<br />
Put the crown upon thy foolish head, and bow and smile."<br />
Without reply Rhoda obeyed, the trumpets rang out<br />
a salute, the heralds announced her name and her title.<br />
Noon had now arrived, the knights retired to their tents,<br />
the royal party to a pavilion prepared for them, the<br />
better sort of spectators to shaded spots beside the river,<br />
or to private tents, while the common people, drawing<br />
their luncheon from their wallets or baskets, picnicked in<br />
the shade of the galleries where they sat.