"The bloody battle of men, or fiends, that raged in the wood a while agone;" and with this he described it to the life, and more fully than I have done.
Denys patted him indulgently on the back.
"It is well:" said he, "thou are a good limner; and fever is a great spur to the imagination. One day I lay in a cart-shed with a cracked skull, and saw two hosts manœuvre and fight a good hour on eight feet square, the which I did fairly describe to my comrade in due order, only not so gorgeously as thou, for want of book learning."
"What then you believe me not? when I tell you the arrows whizzed over my head, and the combatants shouted, and—"
"May the foul fiends fly away with me if I believe a word of it."
Gerard took his arm and quietly pointed to a tree close by.
"Why it looks like—it is—a broad arrow as I live:" and he went close and looked up at it.
"It came out of the battle. I heard it, and saw it."
"An English arrow."
"How know you that?"