Leicester swung his horse round and galloped to the Queen.
"Your Majesty," he cried in suppressed anger, "must I give place ?" "When all have failed and Leicester has won, then all yield place to Leicester," said the Queen drily.

The look on his face was not good to see, but he saluted gravely and rode away to watch the encounter between the most gallant Knight Tilter in England and the stranger.

Rage was in his heart, and it blinded him to the certainty of his defeat, for he was not expert in the lists.

But by a sure instinct he had guessed the identity of the White Horseman, and every nerve quivered with desire to meet him in combat.

Last night's good work seemed to have gone for naught.