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THE GREAT FIGHT AT PARRET MOUTH.
Now very silently we drew off from that place to the edge of the hill which looks across the road to Stert.

And there the bishop drew us up in line, four deep, and told the men what we must do, bidding them be silent till we charged, though that could not prevent a hum of stern approval going down the line.
One man the bishop called out by name, and when he stood before him, bade him, as a swift runner, hasten back to Eanulf or Osric, and bid them on here with all speed.

And, when the man's face fell, the bishop bade him cheer up and go, for the swifter he went the sooner would he be back at the sword play.

Whereat the man bowed, and, leaving his mail at a tree foot, started at a steady run over the ground we had covered already, and was lost in the trees.
Then we waited, and the light grew stronger every moment.