“Hech! puir mon.” And the glowing eyes began to glisten.
“The battle flowed another way, and God gave victory to the right; but the king came back to look for him, for it was no common service.”
“Deed no!”
Here Lord Ipsden began to turn his eye inward, and call up the scene. He lowered his voice.
“They found him lying on his back, looking death in the face.
“The nobles, by the king's side, uncovered as soon as he was found, for they were brave men, too. There was a moment's silence; eyes met eyes, and said, this is a stout soldier's last battle.
“The king could not bid him live.”
“Na! lad, King Deeth has ower strong a grrip.”
“But he did what kings can do, he gave him two blows with his royal sword.”
“Oh, the robber, and him a deeing mon.”