Tilt-yard

``Dog of a Jew!'' said Athelstane, whose memory was of that petty kind which stores up trifles of all kinds, but particularly trifling offences, ``dost not remember how thou didst beard us in the gallery at the tilt-yard? Fight or flee, or compound with the outlaws as thou dost list, ask neither aid nor company from us; and if they rob only such as thee, who rob all the world, I, for mine own share, shall hold them right honest folk.''

``I have left my shield in the tilt-yard,'' answered the Jester, ``as has been the fate of many a better knight than myself.''