"It was a singular act of courage." The king drew his sword from his scabbard.
"Kneel, sir," he said.
And, as Oswald knelt, the king laid the sword across his shoulder, and said, "Rise, Sir Oswald Forster." Oswald rose.
"I thank you, my Lord King," he said, "and trust that I may live for many years to do worthy knightly service to my liege, who has so highly honoured me." "My lord," the king said to Talbot, "I leave it to you to see that this young knight is provided with horse and armour.

Unfortunately there is more than one suit without an owner, at present.

You will do well to wait with me while I open this letter; which, maybe, contains matter of moment." Feeling that his audience was over, Oswald bowed deeply, and left the tent to rejoin Roger.
"What said the king, master ?" "He spoke much more highly of what we had done, Roger, than it deserved; and as a reward for the service, he has just knighted me." "I think that he has done well, master!" Roger exclaimed, joyously.

"I had hoped that Hotspur would have done it, after that adventure with the Bairds; of which, as Alwyn told me, he spoke to him in tones of wondrous praise." "That was a private business, Roger, and he would know that I would much rather that, when knighthood came, I should receive it for service in the field.

The king regards our coming here as a service to himself, and therefore rewarded me; but I would rather that it should have been for service in the field, against the enemy, than for tramping through the forest." "Yes, but a forest full of Welshmen," Roger said, "who are more to be feared, in that way, than when met in open fight." "Earl Talbot spoke very kindly of me, and said that he had heard that, with Percy's men, I had done good service in that fight with the Welsh, near Knighton." "That was certainly pretty hot work, master--I shall get to say Sir Oswald, in time; but at present my tongue is not used to it.