each；　and　we　knew　that　they　had　belonged　to　yonder　dead　Englishman
  upon　the　road。　　Surely　then；　these　are　two　of　the　villains　who
  have　slain　him；　and　it　is　right　that　we　do　justice　upon　them。〃
  Sure　enough；　upon　sword；　girdle　and　dagger　shone　the　silver　Molene
  cross　which　had　gleamed　on　the　dead　man's　armor。　　Knolles　looked
  at　them　and　then　at　the　prisoners　with　a　face　of　stone。　　At　the
  sight　of　those　fell　eyes　they　had　dropped　with　inarticulate　howls
  upon　their　knees；　screaming　out　their　protests　in　a　tongue　which
  none　could　understand。
  〃We　must　have　the　roads　safe　for　wandering　Englishmen；〃　said
  Knolles。　　〃These　men　must　surely　die。　　Hang　them　to　yonder　tree。〃
  He　pointed　to　a　live…oak　by　the　roadside；　and　rode　onward　upon　his
  way　in　converse　with　his　fellow…knights。　　But　the　old　bowman　had
  ridden　after　him。
  〃If　it　please　you；　Sir　Robert；　the　bowmen　would　fain　put　these　men
  to　death　in　their　own　fashion；〃　said　he。
  〃So　that　they　die；　I　care　not　how；〃　Knolles　answered　carelessly；
  and　looked　back　no　more。
  Human　life　was　cheap　in　those　stern　days　when　the　footmen　of　a
  stricken　army　or　the　crew　of　a　captured　ship　were　slain　without
  any　question　or　thought　of　mercy　by　the　victors。　　War　was　a　rude
  game　with　death　for　the　stake；　and　the　forfeit　was　always　claimed
  on　the　one　side　and　paid　on　the　other　without　doubt　or　hesitation。
  Only　the　knight　might　be　spared；　since　his　ransom　made　him　worth
  more　alive　than　dead。　　To　men　trained　in　such　a　school；　with　death
  forever　hanging　over　their　own　heads；　it　may　be　well　believed　that
  the　slaying　of　two　peasant　murderers　was　a　small　matter。
  And　yet　there　was　special　reason　why　upon　this　occasion　the　bowmen
  wished　to　keep　the　deed　in　their　own　hands。　　Ever　since　their
  dispute　aboard　the　Basilisk；　there　had　been　ill…feeling　betwixt
  Bartholomew　the　old　bald…headed　bowyer；　and　long　Ned　Widdington
  the　Dalesman；　which　had　ended　in　a　conflict　at　Dinan；　in　which　not
  only　they；　but　a　dozen　of　their　friends　had　been　laid　upon　the
  cobble…stones。　　The　dispute　raged　round　their　respective　knowledge
  and　skill　with　the　bow；　and　now　some　quick　wit　amongst　the
  soldiers　had　suggested　a　grim　fashion　in　which　it　should　be　put　to
  the　proof；　once　for　all；　which　could　draw　the　surer　shaft。
  A　thick　wood　lay　two　hundred　paces　from　the　road　upon　which　the
  archers　stood。　　A　stretch　of　smooth　grassy　sward　lay　between。　　The
  two　peasants　were　led　out　fifty　yards　from　the　road；　with　their
  faces　toward　the　wood。　　There　they　stood；　held　on　a　leash；　and
  casting　many　a　wondering　frightened　glance　over　their　shoulders　at
  the　preparations　which　were　being　made　behind　them。
  Old　Bartholomew　and　the　big　Yorkshireman　had　stepped　out　of　the
  ranks　and　stood　side　by　side　each　with　his　strung　bow　in　his　left
  hand　and　a　single　arrow　in　his　right。　　With　care　they　had　drawn　on
  and　greased　their　shooting…gloves　and　fastened　their　bracers。
  They　plucked　and　cast　up　a　few　blades　of　grass　to　measure　the
  wind；　examined　every　small　point　of　their　tackle；　turned　their
  sides　to　the　mark；　and　Widened　their　feet　in　a　firmer　stance。
  》From　all　sides　came　chaff　and　counsel　from　their　comrades。
  〃A　three…quarter　wind；　bowyer！〃　cried　one。　　〃Aim　a　body's　breadth
  to　the　right！〃
  〃But　not　thy　body's　breadth；　bowyer；〃　laughed　another。　　〃Else　may
  you　be　overwide。〃
  〃Nay；　this　wind　will　scarce　turn　a　well…drawn　shaft；〃　said　a
  third。　　〃Shoot　dead　upon　him　and　you　will　be　clap　in　the　clout。〃
  〃　Steady；　Ned；　for　the　good　name　of　the　Dales；〃　cried　a
  Yorkshireman。　　〃　Loose　easy　and　pluck　not；　or　I　am　five　crowns　the
  poorer　man。〃
  〃A　week's　pay　on　Bartholomew！〃　shouted　another。　　〃Now；　old
  fat…pate；　fail　me　not！〃
  〃Enough；　enough！　　Stint　your　talk！〃　cried　the　old　bowman；　Wat　of
  Carlisle。　　〃Were　your　shafts　as　quick　as　your　tongues　there　would
  be　no　facing　you。　　Do　you　shoot　upon　the　little　one；　Bartholomew；
  and　you；　Ned；　upon　the　other。　　Give　them　law　until　I　cry　the　word；
  then　loose　in　your　own　fashion　and　at　your　own　time。　　Are　you
  ready！　　Hola；　there；　Hayward；　Beddington；　let　them　run！〃
  The　leashes　were　torn　away；　and　the　two　men；　stooping　their　heads；
  ran　madly　for　the　shelter　of　the　wood　amid　such　a　howl　from　the
  archers　as　beaters　may　give　when　the　hare　starts　from　its　form。
  The　two　bowmen；　each　with　his　arrow　drawn　to　the　pile；　stood　like
  russet　statues；　menacing；　motionless；　their　eager　eyes　fixed　upon
  the　fugitives；　their　bow…staves　rising　slowly　as　the　distance
  between　them　lengthened。　　The　Bretons　were　half…way　to　the　wood；
  and　still　Old　Wat　was　silent。　　It　may　have　been　mercy　or　it　may
  have　been　mischief；　but　at　least　the　chase　should　have　a　fair
  chance　of　life。　　At　six　score　paces　he　turned　his　grizzled　head　at
  last。
  〃Loose！〃　he　cried。
  At　the　word　the　Yorkshireman's　bow…string　twanged。　　It　was　not　for
  nothing　that　he　had　earned　the　name　of　being　one　of　the　deadliest
  archers　of　the　North　and　had　twice　borne　away　the　silver　arrow　of
  Selby。　　Swift　and　true　flew　the　fatal　shaft　and　buried　itself　to
  the　feather　in　the　curved　back　of　the　long　yellow…haired　peasant。
  Without　a　sound　he　fell　upon　his　face　and　lay　stone…dead　upon　the
  grass；　the　one　short　white　plume　between　his　dark　shoulders　to
  mark　where　Death　had　smote　him。
  The　Yorkshireman　threw　his　bowstave　into　the　air　and　danced　in
  triumph；　whilst　his　comrades　roared　their　fierce　delight　in　a
  shout　of　applause；　which　changed　suddenly　into　a　tempest　of
  hooting　and　of　laughter。
  The　smaller　peasant；　more　cunning；　than　his　comrade；　had　run　more
  slowly；　but　with　many　a　backward　glance。　　He　had　marked　his
  companion's　fate　and　had　waited　with　keen　eyes　until　he　saw　the
  bowyer　loose　his　string。　　At　the　moment　he　had　thrown　himself　flat
  upon　the　grass　and　had　heard　the　arrow　scream　above　him；…　and　seen
  it　quiver　in　the　turf　beyond。　　Instantly　he　had　sprung　to　his　feet
  again　and　amid　wild　whoops　and　halloos　from　the　bowmen　had　made
  for　the　shelter　of　the　wood。　　Now　he　had　reached　it；　and　ten　score
  good　paces　separated　him　from　the　nearest　of　his　persecutors。
  Surely　they　could　not　reach　him　here。　　With　the　tangled　brushwood
  behind　him　he　was　as　safe　as　a　rabbit　at　the　mouth　of　his　burrow。
  In　the　joy　of　his　heart　he　must　needs　dance　in　derision　and　snap
  his　fingers　at　the　foolish　men　who　had　let　him　slip。　　He　threw
  back　his　head；　howling　at　them　like　a　dog；　and　at　the　instant　an
  arrow　struck　him　full　in　the　throat　and　laid　him　dead　among　the
  bracken。　　There　was　a　hush　of　surprised　silence　and　then　a　loud
  cheer　burst　from　the　archers。
  〃By　the　rood　of　Beverley！〃　cried　old　Wat；　〃I　have　not　seen　a　finer
  roving　shaft　this　many　a　year。　　In　my　own　best　day　I　could　not
  have　bettered　it。　　Which　of　you　loosed　it？〃
  〃It　was　Aylward　of　Tilford　…　Samkin　Aylward；〃　cried　a　score　of
  voices；　and　the　bowman；　flushed　at　his　own　fame；　was　pushed　to　the
  front。
  〃Indeed　I　would　that　it　had　been　at　a　nobler　mark；〃　said　he。　　〃He
  might　have　gone　free　for　me；　but　I　could　not　keep　my　fingers　from
  the　string　when　he　turned　to　jeer　at　us。〃
  〃I　see　well　that　you　are　indeed　a　master…bowman；〃　said　old　Wat；
  〃and　it　is　comfort　to　my　soul　to　think　that　if　I　fall　I　leave　such
  a　man　behind　me　to　hold　high　the　credit　of　our　craft。　　Now　gather
  your　shafts　and　on；　for　Sir　Robert　awaits　us　on　the　brow　of　the
  hill。〃
  All　day　Knolles　and　his　men　marched　through　the　same　wild　and
  deserted　country；　inhabited　only　by　these　furtive　creatures；　hares
  to　the　strong　and　wolves　to　the　weak；　who　hovered　in　the　shadows
  of　the　wood。　　Ever　and　anon　upon　the　tops　of　the　hills　they　caught
  a　glimpse　of　horsemen　who　watched　them　from　a　distance　and
  vanished　when　approached。　　Sometimes　bells　rang　an　alarm　from
  villages　amongst　the　hills；　and　twice　they　passed　castles　which
  drew　up　their　drawbridges　at　their　approach　and　lined　their　walls
  with　hooting　soldiers　as　they　passed。　　The　Englishmen　gathered　a
  few　oxen　and　sheep　from　the　pastures　of　each；　but　Knolles　had　no
  mind　to　break　his　strength　upon　stone　walls；　and　so　he　went　upon
  his　way。
  Once　at　St。　Meen　they　passed　a　great　nunnery；　girt　with　a　high
  gray　lichened　wall；　an　oasis　of　peace　in　this　desert　of　war；　the
  black…robed　nuns　basking　in　the　sun　or　working　in　the　gardens；
  with　the　strong　gentle　hand　of　Holy　Church　shielding　them　ever
  from　evil。　　The　archers　doffed　caps　to　them　as　they　passed；　for
  the　boldest　and　roughest　dared　not　cross　that　line　guarded　by　the
  dire　ban　and　blight　which　was　the　one　only　force　in　the　whole
  steel…ridden　earth　which　could　stand　betwixt　the　weakling　and　the
  spoiler。
  The　little　army　halted　at　St。　Meen　and　cooked　its　midday　meal。　　It
  had　gathered　into　its　ranks　again　and　was　about　to　start；　when
  Knolles　drew　Nigel　to　one　side。
  〃Nigel；〃　said　he；　〃it　seems　to　me　that　I　have　seldom　set　eyes　upon
  a　horse　which　hath　more　power　and　promise　of　speed　than　this　great
  beast　of　thine。〃
  〃It　is　indeed　a　noble　steed；　fair　sir；〃　said　Nigel。　　Betwixt　him
  and　his　young　leader　there　had　sprung　up　great　affection　and
  respect　since　the　day　that　they　set　foot　in　the　Basilisk。
  〃It　will　be　the　better　if　you　stretch　his　limbs；　for　he　grows
  overheavy；〃　said　the　knight。　　〃Now　mark　me；　Nigel！　　Yonder　betwixt
  the　ash…tree　and　the　red　rock　w