But we were left. What cared we then? but onward rushing still!
Again the crash roared fiercely out; but on![494] still madly on!
We heard the shrieks of dying men, but recked not who was gone.
We gored the horses’ foaming flanks, and on through smoke and glare.
We wildly dashed, with clenched teeth. We had no thought, no care!
Then came a sudden, sweeping rush. Again with savage heel
I struck my horse: with awful bound he rose right o’er[495] their steel!
Well, friend, I cannot tell you how that dreadful leap was made,
But there I rode, inside the square, and grasped[496] a reeking blade.
I cared not that I was alone, my eyes seemed filled with blood: