Senor Peter Brome, if you will receive it at our hands, as others of your nation have been proud to do, we propose, believing you to be a brave and loyal man of gentle birth, to confer upon you the knighthood of the Order of St.James, and thereby and therein the right to consort with as equal, or to fight as equal, any noble of Spain, unless he should be of the right blood-royal, to which place we think the most puissant and excellent Marquis of Morella lays no claim." "I thank your Majesties," said Peter, astonished, "for the honour that you would do to me, which, had it not been for the fact that my father chose the wrong side on Bosworth Field, being of a race somewhat obstinate in the matter of loyalty, I should not have needed to accept from your Majesties.

As it is I am very grateful, since now the noble marquis need not feel debased in settling our long quarrel as he would desire to do." "Come hither and kneel down, Senor Peter Brome," said the queen when he had finished speaking.
He obeyed, and Isabella, borrowing his sword from the king, gave him the accolade by striking him thrice upon the right shoulder and saying: "Rise, Sir Peter Brome, Knight of the most noble Order of Saint Iago, and by creation a Don of Spain." He rose, he bowed, retreating backwards as was the custom, and thereby nearly falling off the dais, which some people thought a good omen for Morella.

As he went the king said: "Our Marshal, Sir Peter, will arrange the time and manner of your combat with the marquis as shall be most convenient to you both.

Meanwhile, we command you both that no unseemly word or deed should pass between you, who must soon meet face to face to abide the judgment of God in battle _a l'outrance_.

Rather, since one of you must die so shortly, do we entreat you to prepare your souls to appear before His judgment-seat.