Several times the two men turned
and covered the rear, but at last they stood alone.
"Now, make one effort to break through, Roger;" and they flung
themselves with such fury upon the Welsh that, for some twenty yards,
they cut their way through them.
Then Roger exclaimed, "I am done for, master," and fell.
Oswald stood over him and, for a time, kept a clear circle; then he
received a tremendous blow on the back of his helmet, with a heavy
club, and fell prostrate over Roger.
When he recovered his senses, the din of battle had moved far away. The
other groups had gathered together and, moving down, had joined those
who still resisted on the other side of the road; and, keeping in a
close body, were fighting their way steadily along.
A number of the Welsh were going over the battlefield, stabbing all
whom they found to be still living. The sick men in the waggons had
already been murdered.
A Welshman, whose appearance denoted a higher rank than the others,
approached Oswald, as soon as he sat up, and called to four or five of
his countrymen. Oswald, with difficulty, rose to his feet. He still
wore, round his wrist, the chain that Glendower's daughter had given
him; and he now pulled this off and held it up, loudly calling out the
name of Glendower, several times.
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