Clanking and gurgling, he sat to a mighty meal of turbot, eels, lobsters, ormers, capons, boar's head, brawn, and mustard, swan, curlew, and spiced meats.

This he washed down with bastard, malmsey, and good ale, topped with almonds, comfits, perfumed cherries with "ipocras," then sprinkled himself with rose-water and dabbled his face and hands in it.

Filled to the turret, he lurched to his feet, and drinking to Sir Hugh's toast, "Her sacred Majesty!" he clanked and roared.

"Elizabeth!" as though upon the field of battle.

He felt the star of De Carteret declining and Rozel's glory ascending like a comet.