FIVE CHILDREN AND IT
ised?" asked Jane, panting. "They seem to be such a long time ago."
"Of course they are." Anthea pointed cheerfully through the narrow window.
"Why, look at the little flags oh their lances, how bright they are—and how fine the leader is! Look, that's him—isn't it, Robert?—on the gray horse."
Jane consented to look, and the scene was almost too pretty to be alarming. The green turf, the white tents, the flash of pennoned lances, the gleam of armour, and the bright colours of scarf and tunic—it was just like a splendid coloured picture. The trumpets were sounding, and when the trumpeters stopped for breath the children could hear the cling-clang of armour and the murmur of voices.
A trumpeter came forward to the edge of the moat, which now seemed very much narrower than at first, and blew the longest and loudest blast they had yet heard. When the blaring noise had died away, a man who was with the trumpeter shouted—
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