Snatching up the brazier by its legs he smote downwards with it so that the burning charcoal fell all about the soldier and the iron cage remained fixed upon his head, shouting as he smote-- "You sought fire--take it!" The man rolled upon the ground screaming in pain and terror till some one dragged the cage off his head, leaving his face barred like a grilled herring.

None took further heed of what became of him, for now Thomas Bolle stood in front of the stakes waving his great axe, and repeating, "In the King's name, stay! In the King's name, stay!" "What mean you, knave ?" exclaimed the furious Abbot.
"What I say, Priest.

One step nearer and I'll split your crown." The Abbot fell back and Thomas went on-- "A Foterell! A Foterell! A Harflete! A Harflete! O ye who have eaten their bread, come, scatter these faggots and save their flesh.

Who'll stand with me against Maldon and his butchers ?" "I," answered voices, "and I, and I, and I!" "And I too," hallooed the yeoman by the oak stump, "only I watch the child.

Nay, by God I'll bring it with me!" and, snatching up the screaming babe under his left arm, he ran to him.
On came the others also, hurling the faggots this way and that.
"Break the chains," roared Bolle again, and somehow those strong hands did it; indeed, the only hurt that Cicely took that day was from their hacking at these chains.