Now, roll them in, roll them in!" Hugh drew his sword, for this sight was more than his English flesh and blood could bear.

Dick also unsheathed the black bow, while young David produced a great knife which he carried.
"Free those children!" said Hugh to the man with whom he had spoken, a fat fellow, with rolling, bloodshot eyes.
"Get you to hell, stranger," he answered, "or we'll throw you on the fire also as a Jew in knight's dress." "Free those children!" said Hugh again in a terrible voice, "or I send you before them.

Be warned! I speak truth." "Be you warned, stranger, for I speak truth also," replied the man, mimicking him.

"Now friends," he added, "tuck up the devil's brats in their warm bed." They were his last words, for Hugh thrust with his sword and down he went.
Now a furious clamour arose.

The mob snatched up burning staves, bludgeons, knives or whatever they had at hand, and prepared to kill the three.