“Capital. There will be arrows sticking up everywhere all over the battle-field.”
“Broken lances and horses without riders.”
“Dints in the ground.”
“Knights with their backs against trees and heaps of soldiers chopping at them.”
“Flashing swords! the ground will shake when we charge.”
“Trumpets!”
“Groans!”
“Grass all red!”
“Blood-red sun like that!” The disc growing larger as it neared the horizon, shone vast through some distant elms.
“Flocks of crows.”