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but  doubtless  the  other  side  of Lhc  castle  is  also  assailed— they  appear
                        cvcn now  ta  a d a  nc e.   T h ey  rnise  th c.ir bows!   God of M os es, forgive
                        the  creatures  Thou  hast  m ade!1’
                           Her  description  was  here  interrupted  by  the  sliouts  of  both  parties
                        augrnentmg  1]io  fearful  din;  the  assailants  crying:  "S t.  Georgs  for
                        Merrie  England  ! ”  and  the  Normans  answering  iJitrin  with  cries
                        o f"K n   avant,  clc  B racy!"   "Beau  sennt!  Bean  scant  ! ’’   “ Front-dc-
                        JjLfu fi  .a  rcseou.sse !’r  according  to  the  different  war-cries  of  their
                        commanders.
                           rr T . n f r o m   the  window  once  again,  kind maiden, nnd tell me if they
                        yet advance  to  the  storm.   What  dost thou  see,  Rebecca 1!>
                           11   Nothing  but the  cloud  of arrows  flying  so  thick as to  dazzle  mine
                        eyes  and  to  hide  the  men  who  shoot, them,"
                           LfThn1,  cannot,  endure  if  they press  rot:  right  on  to  enrry the castle
                        by pure  force  of firms ;  the  archery  m?.y  avail  but. little  against  stone­
                        walls  and  bulwarks,   Look  for the  Black Kniglit and see how be bears
                        himself;  for  as the  leader  is,  so  ’will  his  followers  be.’?
                           ;i I  see  Iilrii  not.”
                           “ Foul  craven]  Does  lie blench  from  the  helm  when  the  wind blows
                        highest?  :|
                           “ He blenches  not!  he  blenches  not!  T  see  him  now!    He  leads
                        p. body  of  men  close  under  the  outer  barrier  of  the  barbican.   They
                        have  made  a  breach  in  the  barriers— they  rush  in— they  are  thrust
                        back!    Front-ck-Poed  beads  the  defenders !       They  throng  again
                        to  the breach,  and  the  pass  is  disputed  hand  to  hand and man toman,1’
                        '   <r Look  forth  uL-ain,  Rebecca  !   The  archery  mnst,  in  some  degree,
                        have  ceased,  since they arc  now  f.ghting  hand  to  ban cl,11
                             Me is  down  [  he  is  down!  "
                           “ Who  is  down  ? ”
                           “ The  Black  Knight:    But no— but  no— be  is  on  foot  ag;nn  and
                        fights  as  if  there were twrenty  men’s  strength  in  bis  single  arm.   llis
                        sword  is  broken— he  snatches  r.n  axe  from  a  yeoman— be  presses
                        PYent-de-Bneuf with  blow  on blow  -he falls— lie tails!
                           “ Front-de-Been f? ”
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