k men in the waggons had
already been murdered.

A Welshman, whose appearance denoted a higher rank than the others,
approached Oswald, as soon as he sat up, and called to four or five of
his countrymen. Oswald, with difficulty, rose to his feet. He still
wore, round his wrist, the chain that Glendower's daughter had given
him; and he now pulled this off and held it up, loudly calling out the
name of Glendower, several times. The Welsh leader waved his followers
back.

Oswald was unarmed, and evidently incapable of defending himself. He
came up to him. Oswald held out the chain:

"Glendower, Glendower," he repeated.

The man took the chain, and examined it carefully. Some Welsh words
were engraved upon the clasp. Oswald was unaware what they were, but
the words were, "Jane Glendower, from her father."

The Welshman looked much surprised, and presently called to another,
some distance away. The man came up, and he spoke to him in Welsh.

"How did you obtain this?" the man asked Oswald, in English.

"It was given in token of service, rendered by me and my squire here,
to Glendower's daughter. She told me that it would be of service if, at
any time, I were taken prisoner by her father's followers."

This was translated to the Welshman, who said:

"These men must be taken to Glendower. The story may be true, or not.
The chain may have been stolen. At any rate, the prince must decide as
to their fate."

He now bade the men round him take off Oswald's armour. As soon as this
was done, the latter knelt down by Roger's side, and removed his
helmet.

An arrow, shot from behind, had struck Roger just above the back
piece--which, being short for him, did not reach to his helmet--and had
gone through the fleshy part of his neck; while, at the same moment, a
blow with an axe had cleft the helmet in sunder, and inflicted a deep
gash on the back of the head.

At a word from their leader, the men at once aided Oswald, who drew out
the arrow. The wound bled but slightly, and one of the Welshmen,
tearing off a portion of his garment, bandaged it up. Water was fetched
from the stream below, and a pad of wet cloth laid on the wound at the
back of the head, and kept in its place by bandages. As this was done
Roger gave a faint groan and, a minute after, opened his eyes.

"Do not try to move, Roger," Oswald said. "You are wounded; but not, I
trust, to death. We are prisoners in the hands of the Welsh, but that
chain Glendowe