compose thyself to rest. The leech saith that sleep is the best medicine for these Syrian maladies." " Talk of sleep to the steed that hears the war trump, but speak not of rest and quiet to Richard while the ban-ner of Islam floats in sight of the Christian camp. But for this cursed fever I should have stood beside the noble Al-beric, and my gallant Knights of the Blue Thong on the walls of Acre." Berengaria repressed an involuntary shudder. "Nay then, must I thank God for the fever, since else, we had this night to bewail not the loss of the French count alone, but the destruction of the bulwark of Christendom." " Thou reasonest like a woman, as thou art," said Rich-ard, in a petulant tone. " Thinkest thou the English curtel axe no better weapon than a Gascon's spear ?" " !My woman's reason follows the fears of my woman's heart," said the queen, her eyes filling with tears, " and teaches me were Richard gone, both Palestine and Beren-garia would lie at the mercy of the French king." " By my halidome thou speakest truth," said Richard, tossing uneasily upon his side. " Therefore it chafes me to lie here inactive, lest perchance the crafty Philip first plant his standard upon the towers of Acre." Feeling her utter inability to select topics in which the irascible monarch would not find causes of irritation, Be-rengaria summoned his favorite Blondel with the lute. But scarcely had Richard consented to listen to a Provençal chanson when the Earl of Salisbury entered. "Ha! Longespee," exclaimed the monarch, "thou hast tidings from the leaders of the christian host." At the first entrance of Richard's warlike brother Beren-garia had retired so as to be invisible to her lord, and mo-tioned to silence. Hastily returning Richard's salutation, "William conferred apart for a few moments with the queen and Joanna. f, » " The malady increases," said she, in much agitation. " Chafe him not with ill tidings, I do beseech thee. Al- BERENGARIA OF NAVARRE. 233