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The
situation
of
Cedric
and
of
the
Black
Knight
was
now
truly
dangerous
,
and
would
have
been
still
more
so
,
but
for
the
constancy
of
the
archers
in
the
barbican
,
who
ceased
not
to
shower
their
arrows
upon
the
battlements
,
distracting
the
attention
of
those
by
whom
they
were
manned
,
and
thus
affording
a
respite
to
their
two
chiefs
from
the
storm
of
missiles
which
must
otherwise
have
overwhelmed
them
.
But
their
situation
was
eminently
perilous
,
and
was
becoming
more
so
with
every
moment
.
"
Shame
on
ye
all
!
"
cried
De
Bracy
to
the
soldiers
around
him
;
"
do
ye
call
yourselves
cross-bowmen
,
and
let
these
two
dogs
keep
their
station
under
the
walls
of
the
castle
?
--
Heave
over
the
coping
stones
from
the
battlements
,
an
better
may
not
be
--
Get
pick-axe
and
levers
,
and
down
with
that
huge
pinnacle
!
"
pointing
to
a
heavy
piece
of
stone
carved-work
that
projected
from
the
parapet
.
At
this
moment
the
besiegers
caught
sight
of
the
red
flag
upon
the
angle
of
the
tower
which
Ulrica
had
described
to
Cedric
.
The
stout
yeoman
Locksley
was
the
first
who
was
aware
of
it
,
as
he
was
hasting
to
the
outwork
,
impatient
to
see
the
progress
of
the
assault
.
"
Saint
George
!
"
he
cried
,
"
Merry
Saint
George
for
England
!
--
To
the
charge
,
bold
yeomen
!
--
why
leave
ye
the
good
knight
and
noble
Cedric
to
storm
the
pass
alone
?
--
make
in
,
mad
priest
,
show
thou
canst
fight
for
thy
rosary
,
--
make
in
,
brave
yeomen
!
--
the
castle
is
ours
,
we
have
friends
within
--
See
yonder
flag
,
it
is
the
appointed
signal
--
Torquilstone
is
ours
!
--
Think
of
honour
,
think
of
spoil
--
One
effort
,
and
the
place
is
ours
!
"
With
that
he
bent
his
good
bow
,
and
sent
a
shaft
right
through
the
breast
of
one
of
the
men-at-arms
,
who
,
under
De
Bracy
's
direction
,
was
loosening
a
fragment
from
one
of
the
battlements
to
precipitate
on
the
heads
of
Cedric
and
the
Black
Knight
.
A
second
soldier
caught
from
the
hands
of
the
dying
man
the
iron
crow
,
with
which
he
heaved
at
and
had
loosened
the
stone
pinnacle
,
when
,
receiving
an
arrow
through
his
head-piece
,
he
dropped
from
the
battlements
into
the
moat
a
dead
man
.
The
men-at-arms
were
daunted
,
for
no
armour
seemed
proof
against
the
shot
of
this
tremendous
archer
.
"
Do
you
give
ground
,
base
knaves
!
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
Mount
joye
Saint
Dennis
!
--
Give
me
the
lever
!
"
And
,
snatching
it
up
,
he
again
assailed
the
loosened
pinnacle
,
which
was
of
weight
enough
,
if
thrown
down
,
not
only
to
have
destroyed
the
remnant
of
the
drawbridge
,
which
sheltered
the
two
foremost
assailants
,
but
also
to
have
sunk
the
rude
float
of
planks
over
which
they
had
crossed
.
All
saw
the
danger
,
and
the
boldest
,
even
the
stout
Friar
himself
,
avoided
setting
foot
on
the
raft
.
Thrice
did
Locksley
bend
his
shaft
against
De
Bracy
,
and
thrice
did
his
arrow
bound
back
from
the
knight
's
armour
of
proof
.
"
Curse
on
thy
Spanish
steel-coat
!
"
said
Locksley
,
"
had
English
smith
forged
it
,
these
arrows
had
gone
through
,
an
as
if
it
had
been
silk
or
sendal
.
"
He
then
began
to
call
out
,
"
Comrades
!
friends
!
noble
Cedric
!
bear
back
,
and
let
the
ruin
fall
.
"
His
warning
voice
was
unheard
,
for
the
din
which
the
knight
himself
occasioned
by
his
strokes
upon
the
postern
would
have
drowned
twenty
war-trumpets
.
The
faithful
Gurth
indeed
sprung
forward
on
the
planked
bridge
,
to
warn
Cedric
of
his
impending
fate
,
or
to
share
it
with
him
.
