Waverley novels; . red great loss, as well asby the swords and battle-axes of the men-at-arms,whenever they came to hand-blows. We are in time, we are in time, said Amelot,dropping the reins of his bridle, and joyfully clap-ping his hands; shake thy banner abroad, Genvil — give Wenlock and his fellows a fair view of it. — Comrades, halt — breathe your horses for amoment. — Hark hither, Genvil — If we descendby yonder broad pathway into the meadow wherethe cattle are Bravo, my young falcon! replied Genvil, whoselove of battle, like that of the war-horse of Job,kindled at the sight of the spears
Waverley novels; . red great loss, as well asby the swords and battle-axes of the men-at-arms,whenever they came to hand-blows. We are in time, we are in time, said Amelot,dropping the reins of his bridle, and joyfully clap-ping his hands; shake thy banner abroad, Genvil — give Wenlock and his fellows a fair view of it. — Comrades, halt — breathe your horses for amoment. — Hark hither, Genvil — If we descendby yonder broad pathway into the meadow wherethe cattle are Bravo, my young falcon! replied Genvil, whoselove of battle, like that of the war-horse of Job,kindled at the sight of the spears and at the soundof the trumpet: we shall have then an easy fieldfor a charge on yonder knaves. What a thick black cloud the villains make!said Amelot; but we will let daylight through itwith our lances — See, Genvil, the defenders hoista signal to show they have seen us. A signal to us? exclaimed Genvil. ByHeaven, it is a white flag — a signal of surrender! Surrender! they cannot dream of it, when we. Drawn hy Wal Paget Etched b^ IT IS WENLOCKS HEAD- THE BETROTHED. 369 are advancing to their succour, replied Amelot;when two or three melancholy notes from thetrumpets of the besieged, with a thundering andtumultuous acclamation from the besiegers, ren-dered the fact indisputable. Down goes Wenlocks pennon, said Genvil, and the churls enter the barricades on all points.— Here has been cowardice or treachery — What isto be done 1 Advance on them, said Amelot, retake theplace, and deliver the prisoners. Advance, indeed! answered the banner-man — Not a horses length by my counsel — we shouldhave every nail in our corselets counted witharrow-shot before we got down the hill in the faceof such a multitude; and the place to storm after-wards — it were mere insanity. Yet come a little forward along with me, saidthe page; perhaps we may find some path bywhich we could descend unperceived. Accordingly they rode forward a little way toreconnoitre t
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