The whole tribe are here,--fat Jamie and all his clan." The brothers conferred a little apart, for in those troubled times men learned caution early, and though the Douglas was the greatest lord in Scotland, yet, surrounded by meaner men as he was, it behoved him to be jealous and careful of his life and honour.
Earl Douglas came out of the sparred enclosure of the tilt-ring in order to receive his guests.
First, as an escort to the ambassador royal of France and Scotland who came behind, rode the Earl of Avondale and his five sons, noble young men, and most unlikely to have sprung from such a stock.

James the Gross rode a broad Clydesdale mare, a short, soft unwieldy man, sitting squat on the saddle like a toad astride a roof, and glancing slily sideways out of the pursy recesses of his eyes.
Behind him came his eldest son William, a man of a true Douglas countenance, quick, high, and stern.

Then followed James, whose lithe body and wonderful dexterity in arms were already winning him repute as one of the bravest knights in all Christendom in every military and manly exercise.
Behind the Avondale Douglases rode two men abreast, with a lady on a palfrey between them.
The first to take the eye, both by his stature and his remarkable appearance, rode upon a charger covered from head to tail in the gorgeous red-and-gold diamonded trappings pertaining to a marshal of France.

He was in complete armour, and wore his visor down.

A long blue feather floated from his helmet, falling almost upon the flank of his horse; a truncheon of gold and black was at his side.