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Thus said Beltane, sombre of brow and pale of cheek; and so, beckoning to the others, turned away, despite Sir Pertolepe's passionate threats and prayers, and plunging into the dense underbrush, strode swift-footed from the place, with the captive's wild cries ringing in his ears.
As for us, Sir Paladin, let us away 'tis true we together might give check to an army, yet, minding Sir Pertolepe's nineteen foresters, 'twere wiser to his us from Sir Pertolepe's country for the nonce: so march, tall brother march!" "Ha!" snarled Walkyn, "fear ye Red Pertolepe yet, bowman?
"She was captive to Sir Pertolepe, by him taken in a raid, and he would have had her to his will: yet, by aid of my lord's jester, she escaped and fled hither. But Sir Pertolepe's foresters pursued and took her and so is she dead: may God requite them!" "Amen!" quoth Giles o' the Bow, hoarse-voiced, "so do they all lie dead within the green!" "Save one!" said Roger.
They found rich booty in Pertolepe's camp, with store of arms and armour and many goodly horses, and thither Sir Benedict's wearied followers betook them as night fell and knew blessed rest and sleep.
"Aha!" cried Walkyn, pointing to divers of the slain that hampered their going, "these be Pertolepe's rogues " "Aye," quoth Roger, throwing back his mail-coif, "and yonder lie four, five six of Sir Benedict's good fellows! It hath been a dour fight hereabouts they have fought every yard of the way!" "Forsooth," nodded Cnut, "Sir Benedict is ever most fierce when he retreats, look you."
Whereat down swept glittering lance-point, forward leaned shining bascinet, and the first rank of Sir Pertolepe's riders, striking spurs, thundered upon them down the hill; came thereafter the shock of meeting ranks, with shouts and cries that grew to a muffled roar.
"Ah and what of the village folk?" "My lord, they were but serfs for the most part, but for Sir Pertolepe's dogs twenty and two and roasted alive, poor beasts!" But here Black Roger checked both speech and stride, all at once, and stood with quarter-staff poised as from the depth of the wood came the sound of voices and fierce laughter.
"Master," he cried, "yonder flaunteth Pertolepe's banner, beseech thee let us make thitherward " "Not so," quoth Beltane, stooping 'neath the swing of a gisarm, "O forget thy selfish vengeance, man, and smite but for Pentavalon this day her foes be many enow, God wot! Ho!" he roared, "they yield! they yield! Close up pikes in, in follow me!"
Grimly silent they marched, and ever Beltane gazed where, near and ever more near, flashed and flickered Duke Ivo's hard-riding van-ward. And now from the forest-road Sir Pertolepe's company marched, and forming in the open, spurred down upon them. "Stand firm, pikes!" roared Cnut. "Aim low, archers!" squealed small Prat, and forthwith the battle joined.
In his retreat he draweth Sir Pertolepe's main battle athwart our line of charge, their flank exposed and open to horse, Sir John, to horse! Yet stir not until I give the word." Forthwith sprang Sir John to saddle and Roger and Ulf also, what time Beltane sat, his gaze upon the conflict, his bugle-horn in his hand; of a sudden he clapped it to lip and sounded the old fierce rallying note.
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