"You are brave, would you butcher a fallen man?
If you had tripped I would have spared you.

Show mercy, some day your case may be mine and it will be repaid to you." Hugh hesitated, although now the point of his sword was through the lacing of the gorget.
"For your lady's sake, pity," gasped the knight as he felt its point.
"You know by what name to conjure," said Hugh doubtfully.

"Well, get you gone if you can, and pray for one Hugh de Cressi, for he gives you your life." The knight seemed to start, then struggled to his feet, and, seizing a loose horse by the bridle, swung himself to the saddle and galloped off into the shadows.
"Master," croaked a voice into Hugh's ear, "I've seen the swan! Follow me.

My arrows are all gone, or I'd have shot him." "God's truth! show him to me," gasped Hugh, and away they leapt together.
Soon they had outrun even the slaughtering Welsh, and found themselves mingled with fugitives from the French army.

But in the gathering twilight none seemed to take any note of them.