"'Tis true I have a horse of that colour," replied Sir Rowland. "But you will find him in the stable, and his freshness will prove that I could not have ridden him as you state. Satisfy yourself, I pray you, general. If it should appear that I have deceived you, treat me as you list." "Since you affirm this so roundly I will go see," observed Goff, somewhat staggered. "But you must not stir from this chamber." "I have not the power to leave it," said Sir Rowland, feigning extreme debility. Placing a guard at the door of the chamber, Goff then proceeded to the stable, where he found a handsome charger, which, being stripped of its covering, proved to be piebald in colour, and exactly resembled the steed he had seen. The freshness of the horse showed that he could not have been out during the day. Astounded at the sight, Goff made no further inquiries, but returned without his prey. As a declared enemy of the Commonwealth, however, Sir Rowland had subsequently to compound for his estate by the payment of two thousand pounds. We must now repair to the Commandery, whither, as already related, the Duke of Hamilton was conveyed from the field of battle. His right leg had been shattered by a slug shot, and the injury was so severe that amputation of the limb was deemed absolutely necessary by the king's chirurgeon, Kincaid, who was in attendance upon him; but the duke would not submit to the operation. He had passed a night of almost intolerable agony, and was lying on a couch in the room adjoining the great hall.[7] His countenance was livid and distorted; and a cloak was thrown over his lower limbs. A word as to the dying hero. William, Duke of Hamilton, then in his thirty-fifth year, had succeeded his elder brother, James, who was beheaded for high treason in 1649. Of the large train of distinguished personages who accompanied Charles in his march from Scotland, none was more devoted to the royal cause--none more determinately hostile to the rebellious Parliament--than the Duke of Hamilton. Though despairing of success, the duke adhered firmly to the king to the last, and that he was as brave as loyal was proved by the prodigies of valour he performed on the battle-field at Worcester. "The torture I endure is almost insupportable, Kincaid," he groaned. "I could not suffer more from the rack." "No anodyne will assuage the pain, my lord duke," replied the chirurgeon. "As I have already represented to your grace, amputation of the shattered limb is the sole means of saving your life." "I would rather die than lose the limb," groaned the duke. "'Tis not pain I dread, but disfigurement." "The Lord General has signified his intention of sending his own surgeon, Trappam, to attend your grace. You will hear what he has to say." "I will not suffer him to come near me," said the duke, sternly. "I will accept no favour from the regicide Cromwell."