For a moment the two parties stood staring at each other; then followed a wild and savage scene.

With shouts and oaths and battle-cries they fought furiously.

The massive, oaken tables were overthrown, by the red flicker of the pole-borne lanterns men grappled and fell and slew each other upon the floor.

A priest struck down a yeoman with a brazen crucifix, and next moment himself was brained with its broken shaft.
"For God and Grace!" shouted some; "For the King and Harflete!" answered others.
"Keep line! Keep line!" roared Bolle, "and sweep them out." The lanterns were dashed down and extinguished till but one remained, a red and wavering star.

Hoarse voices shouted for light, for none knew friend from foe.