He hath by rote the name of every knight of France or of England; and all the tree of his family, with his kinships, coat-armor, marriages, augmentations, abatements, and I know not what beside.

We may leave our horses here with the varlets, and push forward with our squires." Following Sir Nigel's counsel, they pressed on upon foot until they were close to the prince's secretary, who was in high debate with a young and foppish knight, who was bent upon making his way past him.
"Mackworth!" said the king-at-arms.

"It is in my mind, young sir, that you have not been presented before." "Nay, it is but a day since I set foot in Bordeaux, but I feared lest the prince should think it strange that I had not waited upon him." "The prince hath other things to think upon," quoth Sir William de Pakington; "but if you be a Mackworth you must be a Mackworth of Normanton, and indeed I see now that your coat is sable and ermine." "I am a Mackworth of Normanton," the other answered, with some uneasiness of manner.
"Then you must be Sir Stephen Mackworth, for I learn that when old Sir Guy died he came in for the arms and the name, the war-cry and the profit." "Sir Stephen is my elder brother, and I am Arthur, the second son," said the youth.
"In sooth and in sooth!" cried the king-at-arms with scornful eyes.

"And pray, sir second son, where is the cadency mark which should mark your rank.

Dare you to wear your brother's coat without the crescent which should stamp you as his cadet.