cut to pieces as you stand? Up, you dogs, and since you know
not how to live, die at least without shame!"

But in vain did he rail. In sullen quiet they remained, their
weapons on the ground before them. And then, as Crispin was
turning away to see to his own safety, the King rode up again,
and again he sought to revive the courage that was dead in
those Scottish hearts. If they would not stand by him, he
cried at last, let them slay him there, sooner than that he
should be taken captive to perish on the scaffold.

While he was still urging them, Crispin unceremoniously seized
his bridle.

"Will you stand here until you are taken, sire?" he cried.
"Leave them, and look to your safety."

Charles turned a wondering eye upon the resolute, battle-grimed
face of the man that thus addressed him. A faint, sad smile
parted his lips.

"You are right, sir," he made answer. "Attend me." And
turning about he rode down a side street with Galliard
following closely in his wake.

With the intention of doffing his armour and changing his
apparel, he made for the house in New Street where he had been
residing. As they drew up before the door, Crispin, chancing
to look over his shoulder, rapped out an oath.