CHAPTER VI

IN WHICH SIR MARMADUKE EATS BREAKFAST "Now that be-feathered, crook-billed harbinger, That rosy-wattled herald of the dawn, Red comb a-flaunt, bold-eyed and spurred for strife, Brave Chant-i-cleer his strident summons raised-- (By which fine phrase I'd have you know The cock had just begun to crow.) _Vide_: The "Geste of Duke Jocelyn." Awakening then to which shrill summons, Sir Marmaduke, roused from that deep and pleasing mystery hight sleep, opened his eyes and sat up to behold Chanticlee…