It brought, however, such a renewal of his pain, that it was not until morning that fatigue overpowered his sufferings and he fell asleep.
It was late in the afternoon when he woke at the sound of shouts and holloaing.

Springing to his feet he looked out between the cracks in the boards and saw a party of forty or fifty peasants passing close by the shed.

They were armed with hatchets, scythes, and pikes.

On the heads of four of the pikes were stuck gory heads, and in the centre of the party were three prisoners, two Swedes and a Scot.

These were covered with blood, and were scarcely able to walk, but were being urged forward with blows and pike thrusts amid the brutal laughter of their captors.
Malcolm retired to his bed full of rage and sorrow.