in their last desperate onset; horse and foot
mingled together. Forward they rolled almost in silence, the arrows
playing on their dense host, but not as they did at first, for many
a quiver was empty. Once, twice, thrice the Prince's banner bowed and
lifted, and as it rose for the third time there rang out a shout of:

"Charge for St. George and Edward!"

Then England, that all these long hours had stood still, suddenly hurled
herself upon the foe. Hugh, leaping over a heap of dead and dying, saw
in front of him a knight who wore a helmet shaped like a wolf's head and
had a wolf painted upon his shield. The wolf knight charged at him
as though he sought him alone. An arrow from behind--it was Grey
Dick's--sank up to the feathers in the horse's neck, and down it came.
The rider shook himself clear and began to fight. Hugh was beaten to
his knee beneath a heavy blow that his helm turned. He rose unhurt and
rushed at the knight, who, in avoiding his onset, caught his spur on the
body of a dead man and fell backward.

Hugh leapt on to him, striving to thrust his sword up beneath his gorget
and make an end of him.

"Grace!" said the knight in French, "I yield me."

"We take no prisoners," answered Hugh, as he thrust again.

"Pity, then," said the knight. "You are brave, would you butcher a
fallen man? If you had tripped I would have spared you. Show mercy, some
day your case may be mine and it will be repaid to you."

Hugh hesitated, although now the point of his sword was through the
lacing of the gorget.

"For your lady's sake, pity," gasped the knight as he felt its point.

"You know by what name to conjure," said Hugh doubtfully. "Well, get you
gone if you can, and pray for one Hugh de Cressi, for he gives you your
life."

The knight seemed to start, then struggled to his feet, and, seizing a
loose horse by the bridle, swung himself to the saddle and galloped off
into the shadows.

"Master," croaked a voice into Hugh's ear, "I've seen the swan! Follow
me. My arrows are all gone, or I'd have shot him."

"God's truth! show him to me," gasped Hugh, and away they leapt
together.

Soon they had outrun even the slaughtering Welsh, and found themselves
mingled with fugitives from the French army. But in the gathering
twilight none seemed to take any note of them. Indeed every man was
engaged in saving his own life and thought that this was the purpose of
these two also. Some three hundred yards away certain Fre