St. George for EnglandHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
St. George for England
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Great Britain -- History -- Edward III, 1327-1377 -- Fiction
“I am ready,” Ralph said, “but I shall fight with a lighter heart if you
could fix upon some plan for us to adopt when the rabble break in. That
they will do so I regard as certain, seeing that the house is not
built for purposes of defence, but has numerous broad windows on the
ground-floor by which assuredly they will burst their way in.
“Wait a moment then, Ralph; let us run up to the top storey and see if
there be any means of escape along the roofs.”
The house stood detached from the others, but on one side was separated
from that next to it only by a narrow lane, and as the upper stories
projected beyond those below, the windows were but six feet distant from
those on the opposite side of the way.
“See,” Water said, “there is a casement in the room to our left there
which is open; let us see if it is tenanted.”
Going into the next room they went to the window and opened it. It
exactly faced the casement opposite, and so far as they could see the
room was unoccupied.
“It were easy to put a plank across,” Ralph said.
“We must not do that,” Walter answered. “The mob are thick in the lane
below--what a roar comes up from their voices!--and a plank would be
surely seen, and we should be killed there as well as here. No, we must
get on to the sill and spring across; the distance is not great, and the
jump would be nothing were it not that the casements are so low. It must
be done as lightly and quickly as possible, and we may not then be seen
from below. Now leave the door open that we may make no mistake as to
the room, and come along, for by the sound the fight is hot below.”
Running down the stairs Walter and Ralph joined in the defence. Those
in the house knew that they would meet with no mercy from the infuriated
crowd, and each fought with the bravery of despair. Although there were
many windows to be defended, and at each the mob attacked desperately,
the assaults were all repulsed. Many indeed of the defenders were struck
down by the pikes and pole-axes, but for a time they beat back the
assailants whenever they attempted to enter. The noise was prodigious.
The alarm-bells of the town were all ringing and the shouts of the
combatants were drowned in the hoarse roar of the surging crowd without.
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