CHAPTER VIII.
REVENGE.
After his interview with the king, Cuthbert was led to his tent amid the hearty plaudits of the English troops.
His own comrades flocked round him; the men of the greenwood headed by Cnut, were especially jubilant over his victory.
"Who would have thought," said the tall forester, "that the lad who but a short time ago was a child, should now have sustained the honour of the country?
We feel proud of you, Cuthbert; and trust us some day or other to follow wherever you may lead, and to do some deed which will attain for you honour and glory, and to show that the men of Evesham are as doughty as any under King Richard's rule." "You must be wary, Cuthbert," the earl said to him that evening.

"Believe me that you and I have made a foe, who, although he may not have the power, has certainly the will to injure us to the death.

I marked the eye of Count Jacquelin during the fight, and again when you were led up to the king.

There was hatred and fury in his eye.

The page too, I hear, is his own nephew, and he will be the laughing-stock of the French camp at having been conquered by one so much younger than himself.