neither crest, nor plume, nor visor, and mail-hood falling down from it
to protect the neck and shoulders of the wearer.
The other four were men-at-arms, clad all in suits of armor, but less
completely than their lord: thus they had steel shirts only, with
stout buff breeches and heavy boots to guard their lower limbs, and
iron skullcaps only, without the hood, upon their heads, and leather
gauntlets upon their hands; but, as if to make up for this deficiency,
they were positively loaded with offensive weapons. They had the long,
two-handed sword of the period belted across their persons, three
or four knives and daggers of various size and strength at their
girdles, great battle-axes in their hands, and maces hanging at their
saddle-bows. They had been tarrying there already several hours, their
leader raising his eyes occasionally to mark the progress of the sun as
he climbed up the azure vault, and muttering a brief and bitter curse
as hour passed after hour, and those came not whom he expected.
“Danian,” he said at length, turning to the principal of his followers,
who stood nearer to his person, and a little way apart from the
others--“Danian, art sure this was the place and day? How the dog
Saxons tarry! Can they have learned our purpose?”
“Surely not, surely not, fair sir,” returned the squire, “seeing that I
have mentioned it to no one, not even to Raoul, or Americ, or Guy, who
know no more than their own battle-axes the object of their ambush.
And it was pitch-dark when we left the castle, and not a soul has seen
us here; so it is quite impossible they should suspect--and hark! there
goes the bell; and see, sir, see--there they come, trooping through the
oak-trees down the hill!”
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