He looked around, and holding up his hand, conveying alike a farewell and a command to his followers to remain in concealment, he gazed round the crowd, thinking that he might see among them in some disguise or other the features of Cnut, whose tall figure would have rendered him conspicuous in a crowd.

He failed, however, to see any signs of him, and turning to the executioner, signified by a gesture that he was ready.
At this instant an arrow from the wall above pierced the brain of the man, and he fell dead in his tracks.

A roar of astonishment burst from the crowd.

Upon the city wall at this point was a small turret, and on this were five figures.

The wall around was deserted, and for the moment these men were masters of the position.
"Seize those insolent varlets!" the baron shouted, shaking his sword with a gesture of fury at them.
His words, however, were arrested, for at the moment another arrow struck him in the throat, and he fell back into the arms of those around him.
Quickly now the arrows of the English archers flew into the courtyard.
The confusion which reigned there was indescribable.