jacks　to　shield　their　bodies。　　From　above　a　ceaseless　shower　of
  darts　and　of　stones　were　poured　down　upon　them；　while　on　the　other
  hand　the　archers；　seeing　the　greatness　of　the　danger；　ran　up　to
  the　edge　of　the　ditch；　and　shot　fast　and　true　at　every　face　which
  showed　above　the　wall。
  Scorched；　wearied　and　bedraggled；　the　remains　of　the　storming
  party　clambered　out　of　the　ditch　as　best　they　could；　clutching　at
  the　friendly　hands　held　down　to　them；　and　so　limped　their　way　back
  amid　the　taunts　and　howls　of　their　enemies。　　A　long　pile　of
  smoldering　cinders　was　all　that　remained　of　their　bridge；　and　on
  it　lay　Astley　and　six　other　red…hot　men　glowing　in　their　armor。
  Knolles　clinched　his　hands　as　he　looked　back　at　the　ruin　that　was
  wrought；　and　then　surveyed　the　group　of　men　who　stood　or　lay
  around　him　nursing　their　burned　limbs　and　scowling　up　at　the
  exultant　figures　who　waved　on　the　castle　wall。　　Badly　scorched
  himself；　the　young　leader　had　no　thought　for　his　own　injuries　in
  the　rage　and　grief　which　racked　his　soul。　　〃We　will　build　another
  bridge；〃　he　cried。　　〃Set　the　peasants　binding　fagots　once　more。〃
  But　a　thought　had　flashed　through　Nigel's　mind。　　〃See；　fair　sir；〃
  said　he。　　〃The　nails　of　yonder　door　are　red…hot　and　the　wood　as
  white　as　ashes。　　Surely　we　can　break　our　way　through　it。〃
  〃By　the　Virgin；　you　speak　truly！〃　cried　the　French　Squire。　　〃If　we
  can　cross　the　ditch　the　gate　will　not　stop　us。　　Come；　Nigel；　for
  our　fair　ladies'　sakes；　I　will　race　you　who　will　reach　it　first；
  England　or　France。〃
  Alas　for　all　the　wise　words　of　the　good　Chandos！　　Alas　for　all　the
  lessons　in　order　and　discipline　learned　from　the　wary　Knolles。　　In
  an　instant；　forgetful　of　all　things　but　this　noble　challenge；
  Nigel　was　running　at　the　top　of　his　speed　for　the　burning　gate。
  Close　at　his　heels　was　the　Frenchman；　blowing　and　gasping；　as　he
  rushed　along　in　his　brazen　armor。　　Behind　came　a　stream　of　howling
  archers　and　men…at…arms；　like　a　flood　which　has　broken　its　dam。
  Down　they　slipped　into　the　ditch；　rushed　across　it；　and　clambered
  on　each　other's　backs　up　the　opposite　side。　　Nigel；　Raoul　and　two
  archers　gained　a　foothold　in　front　of　the　burning　gate　at　the　same
  moment。　　With　blows　and　kicks　they　burst　it　to　pieces；　and　dashed
  with　a　yell　of　triumph　through　the　dark　archway　beyond。　　For　a
  moment　they　thought　with　mad　rapture　that　the　castle　was　carried。
  A　dark　tunnel　lay　before　them；　down　which　they　rushed。　　But　alas！
  at　the　farther　end　it　was　blocked　by　a　second　gateway　as　strong　as
  that　which　had　been　burned。　　In　vain　they　beat　upon　it　with　their
  swords　and　axes。　　On　each　side　the　tunnel　was　pierced　with　slits；
  and　the　crossbow　bolts　discharged　at　only　a　few　yards'　distance
  crashed　through　armor　as　if　it　were　cloth　and　laid　man　after　man
  upon　the　stones。　　They　raged　and　leaped　before　the　great
  iron…clamped　barrier；　but　the　；wall　itself　was　as　easy　to　tear
  down。
  It　was　bitter　to　draw　back；　but　it　was　madness　to　remain。　　Nigel
  looked　round　and　saw　that　half　his　men　were　down。　　At　the　same
  moment　Raoul　sank　with　a　gasp　at　his　feet；　a　bolt　driven　to　its
  socket　through　the　links　of　the　camail　which　guarded　his　neck。
  Some　of　the　archers；　seeing　that　certain　death　awaited　them；　were
  already　running　back　to　escape　from　the　fatal　passage。
  〃By　Saint　Paul！〃　cried　Nigel　hotly。　　〃Would　you　leave　our　wounded
  where　this　butcher　may　lay　his　hands　upon　them？　　Let　the　archers
  shoot　inwards　and　hold　them　back　from　the　slits。　　Now　let　each　man
  raise　one　of　our　comrades；　lest　we　leave　our　honor　in　the　gate　of
  this　castle。〃
  With　a　mighty　effort　he　had　raised　Raoul　upon　his　shoulders　and
  staggered　with　him　to　the　edge　of　the　ditch。　　Several　men　were
  waiting　below　where　the　steep　bank　shield　them　from　the　arrows；
  and　to　them　Nigel　handed　down　his　wounded　friend；　and　each　archer
  in　turn　did　the　same。　　Again　and　again　Nigel　went　back　until　no
  one　lay　in　the　tunnel　save　seven　who　had　died　there。　　Thirteen
  wounded　were　laid　in　the　shelter　of　the　ditch；　and　there　they　must
  remain　until　night　came　to　cover　them。　　Meanwhile　the　bowmen　on
  the　farther　side　protected　them　from　attack；　and　also　prevented
  the　enemy　from　all　attempts　to　build　up　the　outer　gate。　　The
  gaping　smoke…blackened　arch　was　all　that　they　could　show　for　a
  loss　of　thirty　men；　but　that　at　least　Knolles　was　determined　to
  keep。
  Burned　and　bruised；　but　unconscious　of　either　pain　or　fatigue　for
  the　turmoil　of　his　spirit　within　him；　Nigel　knelt　by　the　Frenchman
  and　loosened　his　helmet。　　The　girlish　face　of　the　young　Squire　was
  white　as　chalk；　and　the　haze　of　death　was　gathering　over　his
  violet　eyes；　but　a　faint　smile　played　round　his　lips　as　he　looked
  up　at　his　English　comrade。
  〃I　shall　never　see　Beatrice　again；〃　he　whispered。　　〃I　pray　you；
  Nigel；　that　when　there　is　a　truce　you　will　journey　as　far　as　my
  father's　chateau　and　tell　him　how　his　son　died。　　Young　Gaston　will
  rejoice；　for　to　him　come　the　land　and　the　coat；　the　war…cry　and
  the　profit。　　See　them；　Nigel；　and　tell　them　that　I　was　as　forward
  as　the　others。〃
  〃Indeed　Raoul；　no　man　could　have　carried　himself　with　more　honor
  or　won　more　worship　than　you　have　done　this　day。　　I　will　do　your
  behest　when　the　time　comes。〃
  〃Surely　you　are　happy；　Nigel；〃　the　dying　Squire　murmured；　〃for
  this　day　has　given　you　one　more　deed　which　you　may　lay　at　the　feet
  of　your　lady…love。〃
  〃It　might　have　been　so　had　we　carried　the　gate；〃　Nigel　answered
  sadly；　〃but　by　Saint　Paul！　　I　cannot　count　it　a　deed　where　I　have
  come　back　with　my　purpose　unfulfilled。　　But　this　is　no　time；
  Raoul；　to　talk　of　my　small　affairs。　　If　we　take　the　castle　and　I
  bear　a　good　part　in　it；　then　perchance　all　this　may　indeed　avail。〃
  The　Frenchman　sat　up　with　that　strange　energy　which　comes　often　as
  the　harbinger　of　death。　　〃You　will　win　your　Lady　Mary；　Nigel；　and
  your　great　deeds　will　be　not　three　but　a　score；　so　that　in　all
  Christendom　there　shall　be　no　man　of　blood　and　coat…armor　who　has
  not　heard　your　name　and　your　fame。　　This　I　tell　you　…　I；　Raoul　de
  la　Roche　Pierre　de　Bras；　dying　upon　the　field　of　honor。　　And　now
  kiss　me；　sweet　friend；　and　lay　me　back；　for　the　mists　close　round
  me　and　I　am　gone！〃
  With　tender　hands　the　Squire　lowered　his　comrade's　head；　but　even
  as　he　did　so　there　came　a　choking　rush　of　blood；　and　the　soul　had
  passed。　　So　died　a　gallant　cavalier　of　France；　and　Nigel　as　he
  knelt　in　the　ditch　beside　him　prayed　that　his　own　end　might　be　as
  noble　and　as　debonair。
  XXI。　　HOW　THE　SECOND　MESSENGER　WENT　TO　COSFORD
  Under　cover　of　night　the　wounded　men　were　lifted　from　the　ditch
  and　carried　back；　whilst　pickets　of　archers　were　advanced　to　the
  very　gate　so　that　none　should　rebuild　it。　　Nigel；　sick　at　heart
  over　his　own　failure；　the　death　of　his　prisoner　and　his　fears　for
  Aylward；　crept　back　into　the　camp；　but　his　cup　was　not　yet　full；
  for　Knolles　was　waiting　for　him　with　a　tongue　which　cut　like　a
  whip…lash。　　Who　was　he；　a　raw　squire；　that　he　should　lead　an
  attack　without　orders？　　See　what　his　crazy　knight　errantry　had
  brought　about。　　Twenty　men　had　been　destroyed　by　it　and　nothing
  gained。　　Their　blood　was　on　his　head。　　Chandos　should　hear　of　his
  conduct。　　He　should　be　sent　back　to　England　when　the　castle　had
  fallen。
  Such　were　the　bitter　words　of　Knolles；　the　more　bitter　because
  Nigel　felt　in　his　heart　that　he　had　indeed　done　wrong；　and　that
  Chandos　would　have　said　the　same　though；　perchance；　in　kinder
  words。　　He　listened　in　silent　respect；　as　his　duty　was；　and　then
  having　saluted　his　leader　he　withdrew　apart；　threw　himself　down
  amongst　the　bushes；　and　wept　the　hottest　tears　of　his　life；
  sobbing　bitterly　with　his　face　between　his　hands。　　He　had　striven
  hard；　and　yet　everything　had　gone　wrong　with　him。　　He　was　bruised；
  burned　and　aching　from　head　to　foot。　　Yet　so　high　is　the　spirit
  above　the　body　that　all　was　nothing　compared　to　the　sorrow　and
  shame　which　racked　his　soul。
  But　a　little　thing　changed　the　current　of　his　thoughts　and　brought
  some　peace　to　his　mind。　　He　had　slipped　off　his　mail　gauntlets；
  and　as　he　did　so　his　fingers　lighted　upon　the　tiny　bangle　which
  Mary　had　fastened　there　when　they　stood　together　upon　St。
  Catharine's　Hill　on　the　Guildford　Road。　　He　remembered　the　motto
  curiously　worked　in　filigree　of　gold。　　It　ran：　〃Fais　ce　que　dois；
  adviegne　que　pourra　…　c'est　commande　au　chevalier。〃
  The　words　rang　in　his　weary　brain。　　He　had　done　what　seemed　right；
  come　what　might。　　It　had　gone　awry；　it　is　true；　but　all　things
  human　may　do　that。　　If　he　had　carried　the　castle；　he　felt　that
  Knolles　would　have　forgiven　and　forgotten　all　else。　　If　he　had　not
  carried　it；　it　was　no　fault　of　his。　　No　man　could　have　done　more。
  If　Mary　could　see　she　would　surely　have　approved。　　Dropping　into
  sleep；　he　saw　her　dark　face；　shining　with　pride　and　with　pity；
  stooping　over　him　as　he　lay。　　She　stretched　out　her　hand　in　his
  dream　and　touched　him　on　the　shoulder。　　He　sprang　up　and　rubbed
  his　eyes；　for　fact　had　woven　itself　into　dream　in　the　strange　way
  that　it　does；　and　some　one　was　indeed　leaning　over　him　in　the
  gloom；　and　shaking　him　from　his　slumbers。　　But　the　gentle　voice
  and　soft　touch　of　the　Lady　Mary　had　changed　suddenly　to　the　harsh
  accent