"I see their pennons, they are the men of Donnington, and their lord is for King Stephen; now, my men, to redden our bright swords. Osric, thou art new to all this—Alain, thou art young—stay behind on that mound, and join us when we have done our work."
Poor Alain looked grievously hurt.
"My lord!"
"Well?"
"Do let me share the fight!"
"Thou wilt be killed."
"I will take my chance."
"And Osric?"
"I am not afraid, my lord," said Osric.