Even as he spoke, however, his head swirled round, and he fell to the deck with the blood gushing from his nose and mouth.
"He will come to anon," said the knight, stooping over him and passing his fingers through his hair.

"I have lost one very valiant and gentle squire this day.

I can ill afford to lose another.

How many men have fallen ?" "I have pricked off the tally," said Aylward, who had come aboard with his lord.

"There are seven of the Winchester men, eleven seamen, your squire, young Master Terlake, and nine archers." "And of the others ?" "They are all dead--save only the Norman knight who stands behind you.
What would you that we should do with him ?" "He must hang on his own yard," said Sir Nigel.