The main body of the Parliamentary army which now occupied the former post remained stationary, but it was evident that some movement was taking place on the western slopes of Red Hill--probably in the direction of the Severn--and thinking this might be so, Charles directed his scrutiny to the near bank of the river, but though he scanned it carefully for a couple of miles he could discern nothing to justify alarm. The river that flowed past the lofty pile on which he stood was nowhere disturbed. Next following the Teme from its point of junction with the larger river--its course being easily traced by the withies and willows fringing its banks--his eye rested on the old bridge of Powick. A desperate effort he had always felt would be made by the enemy, early in the day, to secure this pass; but he did not foresee, nor did any of his generals foresee, the skilful manoeuvre by which its capture would be effected. Charles had every reliance on General Montgomery's vigilance and bravery, supported as he was by Colonel George Keith. Viewed from the cathedral tower on that bright morning, Powick seemed close at hand, and though the old bridge was partially veiled in a slight mist arising from the river, Montgomery's brigade could be seen drawn up on Wykefield, a large meadow, close beside it--the helmets and accoutrements of the men flashing in the sunbeams. Satisfied that Montgomery was on the alert, and that no immediate danger threatened him, Charles continued his inspection, and, with his field-glass, swept the district lying between Powick and Upton. Suddenly an exclamation broke from him that caused all the other glasses to be turned in the same direction as his own, and it was then perceived by all that a large body of cavalry was skirting the Old Hills. Almost immediately afterwards another regiment of horse could be descried somewhat nearer the Severn. Both were evidently advancing upon Powick Bridge. "That must be Fleetwood's brigade," cried Charles, still keeping his glass fixed on the troops. "Your majesty is right," observed Massey, who was standing behind the king. "It is Fleetwood's regiment--Ingoldsby is nearer the river--and with him are Goff and Gibbons. The troops coming through Woodsfield copse, if I mistake not, are commanded by General Deane. Montgomery will have enough to do to maintain the bridge against such odds." "He must be reinforced--and quickly," cried Charles. "No troops can be spared from the city. Dalyell must send a detachment from St. John's. Careless shall take a message to him at once." "I will go myself, sire," said Massey, "and take command of the detachment." "But have you strength enough for the task, general?" "My strength will return when I meet the enemy," rejoined Massey. Charles did not attempt to stay him, and he departed. Again the king watched the regiments advancing from Upton. They came on slowly and cautiously, while the skirmishers scoured the fields and lanes.