For that was his manner of challenging his enemy to fight with lances. And again, ’Then for all thy loves sake,’ cried Patrick, which made a laugh, for Benane’s loves were comparable to the snowflakes for number, and eke for the lightness—but by no means the whiteness of their characters. ’For all thy loves’ sakes, come down, and I will gar thy harns clatter!’ But Benane was silent and returned no answer, albeit the moment before he had been giving Bargany counsel to ride forward at the charge. But Benane was a man, debonnair but feckless, a weighty man with his tongue, but thewless and unable of his hands. Long ere this the men of Ayr were keen to be at the shooting. But Bargany held them in, saying, ’I will go to the length of my tether in eschewing all cummer and bickering, so far as I may.’ And with that he wheeled about his force off the knows of the Lady Carse, and went down by the bogside of Dinhame, to see whether a way might be won in that direction, without coming to the bloody arbitrament of battle. But my lord the Earl cried out, ’Ware ye, there on the left. They would turn our flank and take us at unawares!’ So he spread out his hackbuttmen, and made them race down the ridges over against Bargany’s men, till they won to the foot of the Bog of Dinhame. There on the edge of the moss was a wall of turf, or, as the country folk call it, a ’fail dyke,’ so our hackbuttmen, coming to it, first lined it, and then began to fire on Bargany, who was somewhat disconcerted and taken aback at their alertness. I galloped round to the right, to make safe the wing with my little band of horse, for I feared we might be suddenly assaulted by the whole band of eighty. However, as it happened, the sudden shooting of our musketeers threw their lines into confusion, some of them halting by a little burn-side that was at the bog-foot. This staying of the charge gave further courage to our musketeers, who had full time to plant their rests and make their matches ready. Our pikemen also gathered at the back of the turf dyke and levelled their weapons over the heads of the kneeling hackbuttmen, so that it had been as vain for the whole company to have charged upon us, as for them to have attacked the walls of Calais. Nevertheless, I saw them muster again boldly and come at us. I caught the trampling of their horses as they gathered speed. The fire of our musketeers flickered out here and there adown the line, for it was a dark afternoon and the flashes could clearly be seen. I saw sundry horses go down and heard men fall, the iron plates of their mail clashing on the frost-firmed ground. Some of those who started most gallantly reeled in their saddles, threw up their arms and fell backwards, while their horses galloped riderless away, for that is the manner of men’s falling who are smitten by the bullet as they ride.