ople," cried Nigel joyously. "Come, my friend, hasten,
that we may take counsel what we shall do."
Sir Robert Knolles rode a bowshot in front of his men, and his brow
was as black as night. Beside him, with crestfallen face, his horse
bleeding, his armor dinted and soiled, was the hot-headed knight, Sir
James Astley. A fierce discussion raged between them.
"I have done my devoir as best I might," said Astley. "Alone I had ten
of them at my sword-point. I know not how I have lived to tell it."
"What is your devoir to me? Where are my thirty bowmen?" cried Knolles
in bitter wrath. "Ten lie dead upon the ground and twenty are worse than
dead in yonder castle. And all because you must needs show all men how
bold you are, and ride into a bushment such as a child could see. Alas
for my own folly that ever I should have trusted such a one as you with
the handling of men!"
"By God, Sir Robert, you shall answer to me for those words!" cried
Astley with a choking voice. "Never has a man dared to speak to me as
you have done this day."
"As long as I hold the King's order I shall be master, and by the Lord I
will hang you, James, on a near tree if I have further cause of offense!
How now, Nigel? I see by yonder white horse that you at least have not
failed me. I will speak with you anon. Percy, bring up your men, and let
us gather round this castle, for, as I hope for my soul's salvation, I
win not leave it until I have my archers, or the head of him who holds
them."
That night the English lay thick round the fortress of La Brohiniere so
that none might come forth from it. But if none could come forth it was
hard to see how any could win their way in, for it was full of men, the
walls were high and strong, and a deep dry ditch girt it round. But the
hatred and fear which its master had raised over the whole country-side
could now be plainly seen, for during the night the brushwood men and
the villagers came in from all parts with offers of such help as they
could give for the intaking of the castle. Knolles set them cutting
bushes and tying them into fagots. When morning came he rode out before
the wall and he held counsel with his knights and squires as to how he
should enter in.
"By noon," said he, "we shall have so many fagots that we may make
our way over the ditch. Then we will beat in the gates and so win a
footing."
The young Frenchman had come with Nigel to the conference, and now, amid
the silence which f
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