Wager of Battle: A Tale of Saxon Slavery in Sherwood ForestHerbert, Henry William
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Wager of Battle: A Tale of Saxon Slavery in Sherwood Forest
Herbert, Henry William
Anglo-Saxons -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Norman period, 1066-1154 -- Fiction; Sherwood Forest (England) -- Fiction
His examination being resumed, the witness described, vividly and
accurately, the pursuit of the fugitive with bloodhounds; his
superhuman efforts to escape, both by speed of foot and by power of
swimming; his wonderful endurance, and, at last, his vanishing, as it
were, without leaving a single trace, either for sight or scent, in
the midst of a bare moor. Great sympathy and excitement were
manifested throughout the whole court, at this graphic narrative; and
all eyes were turned, especially those of the fair sex, to the fine
athletic person and noble features of Kenric, as he stood at the bar,
alone of all that company, impassive and unmoved, with looks of pity
and admiration.
But Kenric only shook his head, with a grave smile and a quiet wafture
of the hand, as if putting aside the undeserved sympathy.
But when the witness proceeded to describe the rediscovery of the
fugitive crossing the sands, on the second morning after his temporary
evasion, the desperate race against the speed of mortal horses,
against the untamed velocity of the foam-crested coursers of the
roaring ocean tide; when he depicted the storm bursting in the
darkness, as of night, over the mailed riders and barbed horses
struggling in the pools and quagmires; the fierce billows trampling
over them, amid the tempest and the gloom; and the sun shining out on
the face of the waters, and lo! there were none there, save Hugonet
the Black, sitting motionless on his armed horse like a statue, until
it should please the mounting tide to overwhelm him, from which he
could by no earthly means escape, and the fugitive slave floating, in
his chance-found coracle, within two oars' length of that devoted man,
the excitement in the vast assembly knew no bounds. There were wild
cries and sobs, and the multitude rocked and heaved to and fro, and
several women swooned, and were carried out of the courthouse
insensible, and seemingly lifeless. It was many minutes before order
could be restored.
Then the bolts or quarrels, which had been extracted from the
slaughtered deer and the murdered man were produced in court, yet
stained with the blood, and bearing the name of Kenric branded upon
the wooden shafts with an iron stamp. The crossbow and bolts, found in
Kenric's cottage, and admitted by him to be his property, were also
produced, and the quarrels found in the forest tallied from point to
point, even to a broken letter in the branding, with those which he
acknowledged to be his; and an expert armorer being summoned,
testified that those quarrels were proper ones for that very arbalast,
and would not fit one other out of twenty, it being of unusual
construction.
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