A Voice— (From below.)
See them, Hugh?
Jacques Sar—You come on; we'll find them.
(Instead of coming forward to the path, which the bushes and bowlders hide from their view, they go pushing straight on up the rocks.)
Hugh Capet—Come on, men!
Jacques Sar—Stay together, men! (A pause.)
Hold her low, Phil!
(Up the mountain sounds the battle-horn.)
Cries—Hear that! Hear that!
Jacques Sar—Don't get scared, men!
Cries—Don't get scared! Don't get scared!