oon after having lost sight of land, both began to experience a little of that vague fear of 'the blue above and the blue below,' which,

r sea sick, 'I cannot but think that the man is a great fool, who, having wronged any of his neighbours, or having any mortal sin on his conscienc

ly believe myself a descendant of the kings of the north who made the ocean their home, and called the tempest their ser

mfortable,'I cannot but marvel much at the eccentricity of their

aving taken the Cross and vowed to combat the Saracens, it be

a speedy voyage. In this, however, he was in some measure disappointed. Many circumstances occurred to retard the progress of the Saxon Earl and his companions towards Cyprus; and, what with prolon

y. Not relishing their position-for they had the fear of the Saracens of Barbary before their eyes-the mariners pressed on, and during the night made all the sail they could, and flattered themselves that they had run at least fifty leagues. But what was their surprise when day broke, to find that they were still off the mountain which they fancied they must have left behind. Great, moreover, was their alarm as they thought

pper,' said he, sternl

h perplexed, 'I cannot tell how it happens; but th

what

uel and savage, and who are as likely as

arl changed countenance. At that moment, however, one of the chaplains stepped forw

abundance or from want of rain, or from any other plague, but that God delivered us from it, and caused everything t

d have us do likewise, as deeming the cere

Earl, that, as this day is Saturday, we instantly comm

n as you recommend. Worse than foolish would it be on our parts to ne

however it came to pass, the ceremony seemed to have the effect which the chaplain had prognosticated. From that moment everything went smoothly. Almost immediately afterwards they lost sight of the m

pated. Indeed, clouds rested over the range of mountains that intersects the island lengthways. The rain had fallen somewhat heavily, and the a

vel much that this lovely queen, Venus, of whom minstrels have sung so much, should, whe

oomily. 'Certainly, had I my choice of a r

ps of wheat, barley, and other grains, which the purveyors of King Louis had some time before prepared for his grand enter

s comfort; for it is clear that the King of France, however saintly, does no

harnessed, as chronicles tell of Richard C?ur de Lion doing, dressed in a tunic of rose-coloured satin, and a mantle of striped and silver tissue, brocaded with half m

not quite so splendid in his appearance as C?

he royal saint. Meanwhile, good Walter, on