St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and PoitiersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and Poitiers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Great Britain -- History -- Edward III, 1327-1377 -- Fiction
They started before it was quite dark, as Walter doubted whether he
should be able to lead them straight to the hut after the night had
completely fallen. He felt, however, tolerably sure of his locality, for
he had noticed that two trees grew on the edge of the swamp just at the
spot where he had left it. He had no difficulty in finding these, and at
once led the way. The horses of the magistrate and his followers were
left in charge of three of their number.
"You are sure you are going right?" the magistrate said to Walter. "The
marsh seems to stretch everywhere, and we might well fall into a
quagmire, which would swallow us all up."
"I am sure of my way," Walter answered; "see, yonder clump of bushes,
which you can just observe above the marsh, a quarter of a mile away, is
the spot where the house of their leader is situated."
With strict injunctions that not a word was to be spoken until the bush
was surrounded, and that all were to step noiselessly and with caution,
the party moved forward. It was now nearly dark, and as they approached
the hut, sounds of laughter and revelry were heard.
"They are celebrating their success in a carouse," Geoffrey said. "We
shall catch them nicely in a trap."
When they came close a man who was sitting just at the low mouth of the
hut suddenly sprang to his feet and shouted, "Who goes there?" He had
apparently been placed as sentry, but had joined in the potations going
on inside, and had forgotten to look round from time to time to see that
none were approaching.
At his challenge the whole party rushed forward, and as they reached the
hut the men from within came scrambling out, sword in hand. For two or
three minutes there was a sharp fight, and had the constables been alone
they would have been defeated, for they were outnumbered and the pirates
were desperate.
The heavy clubs of the armorers decided the fight. One or two of the
band alone succeeded in breaking through, the rest were knocked down and
bound; not, however, until several severe wounds had been inflicted on
their assailants.
When the fray was over, it was found that nine prisoners had been
captured. Some of these were stunned by the blows which the smiths had
dealt them, and two or three were badly wounded; all were more or less
injured in the struggle. When they recovered their senses they were made
to get on their feet, and with their hands tied securely behind them,
were marched between a double line of their captors off the marsh.
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