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The Earl gained his feet in an instant, and that haste was needed to save his life; for while he rose ten swords flashed around him. The Welchmen had sprung from their palfreys as Harold's horse fell.
All round him was a wall of his own the dead. But in the centre of the space, leading on a fresh troop of shouting Welchmen who had forced their way from another part, was a form which seemed charmed against arrow and spear.
"They have orders to murther us," he murmured; "but woe to the first who come within reach of my sword!" Down swarmed the Welchmen, nearer and nearer; and in the midst of them three chiefs the Fatal Three. And the old chief bore in his hand a pole or spear, and on the top of that spear, trickling gore step by step, was the trunkless head of Gryffyth the King.
He rode somewhat slowly, for he was evidently in deep thought; and he had arrived about half-way towards Hilda's house when he heard behind quick pattering sounds, as of small unshod hoofs: he turned, and saw the Welchmen at the distance of some fifty yards. But at that moment there passed, along the road in front, several persons bustling into London to share in the festivities of the day.
Alike once was our lot, well born and penniless. Ah me! Thou art now as the swan on the river, and I as the shell on the rock." Wherefore, remembering thee in times past, I little counted on finding thee like a slug in thy cell! No; but with mail on thy back, the canons clean forgotten, and helping stout Harold to sliver and brain these turbulent Welchmen." "Ah me! ah me!
"You will proceed with a Welch monk whom, though not of the faction of Gryffyth, all Welchmen respect to the mouth of a frightful pass, skirting the river; the monk will bear aloft the holy rood in signal of peace. Arrived at that pass, you will doubtless be stopped.
All round him was a wall of his own the dead. But in the centre of the space, leading on a fresh troop of shouting Welchmen who had forced their way from another part, was a form which seemed charmed against arrow and spear.
Harold, more wise, turned our Saxons into Welchmen, flying as they flew, climbing where they climbed; it has been as a war of the birds. And now there rests but the eagle, in his last lonely eyrie." "Thy battles have improved thy eloquence much, Messire Godree," said the Norman, condescendingly. "Nevertheless, I cannot but think a few light horse "
"You will proceed with a Welch monk whom, though not of the faction of Gryffyth, all Welchmen respect to the mouth of a frightful pass, skirting the river; the monk will bear aloft the holy rood in signal of peace. Arrived at that pass, you will doubtless be stopped.
"They have orders to murther us," he murmured; "but woe to the first who come within reach of my sword!" Down swarmed the Welchmen, nearer and nearer; and in the midst of them three chiefs the Fatal Three. And the old chief bore in his hand a pole or spear, and on the top of that spear, trickling gore step by step, was the trunkless head of Gryffyth the King.
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