CHAPTER VIII 

It was a fine summer evening, and Richard and Carloman were playing at ball on the steps of the Castle-gate, when a voice was heard from beneath, begging for alms from the noble Princes in the name of the blessed Virgin, and the two boys saw a pilgrim standing at the gate, wrapt in a long robe of serge, with a staff in his hand, surmounted by a Cross, a scrip at his girdle, and a broad shady hat, which he had taken off, as he stood, making low obeisances, and asking charity. 

"Come in, holy pilgrim," said Carloman. "It is late, and you shall sup and rest here to-night." 

"Blessings from Heaven light on you, noble Prince," replied the pilgrim, and at that moment Richard shouted joyfully, "A Norman, a Norman! 'tis my own dear speech! Oh, are you not from Normandy? Osmond, Osmond! he comes from home!" 

"My Lord! my own Lord!" exclaimed the pilgrim, and, kneeling on one knee at the foot of the steps, he kissed the hand which his young Duke held out to him--"This is joy unlooked for!" 

"Walter!--Walter, the huntsman!" cried Richard. "Is it you? Oh, how is Fru Astrida, and all at home?" 

"Well, my Lord, and wearying to know how it is with you--" began Walter--but a very different tone exclaimed from behind the pilgrim, "What is all this? Who is stopping my way? What! Richard would be King, and more, would he? More insolence!" It was Lothaire, returning with his attendants from the chase, in by no means an amiable mood, for he had been disappointed of his game. 
What season was it?
Who was playing ball?
Where?
Steps of what?
Who was standing at the gate?
How was he dressed?
What did Carloman say to him?
Where did the pilgrim think Carloman was from?
Whose hand did the pilgrim kiss?
What is Walter?
Who came back with his attendants?
Was he happy?
Why?
summer
summer
Richard and Carloman
Richard and Carloman 
on the steps
on the steps
Castle-gate
Castle-gate
pilgrim
pilgrim
long robe of serge
 long robe of serge
To come in, sup and rest the night
"Come in, holy pilgrim," said Carloman. "It is late, and you shall sup and rest here to-night." 
Normandy
Normandy
young Duke
young Duke
huntsman
huntsman
Lothaire
Lothaire
no
no means an amiable mood
disappointed of his game
disappointed of his game