"What will become of Denys ?" he cried.

"Oh, why did you leave me?
Oh, Denys, my friend! my friend!" Just before sunset Denys returned, almost sinking under a hairy bundle.
It was the bear's skin.
Gerard welcomed him with a burst of joy that astonished him.
"I thought never to see you again, dear Denys.

Were you in the battle ?" "No.

What battle ?" "The bloody battle of men, or fiends, that raged in the wood a while agone;" and with this he described it to the life, and more fully than I have done.
Denys patted him indulgently on the back.
"It is well," said he; "thou art a good limner; and fever is a great spur to the imagination.

One day I lay in a cart-shed with a cracked skull, and saw two hosts manoeuvre and fight a good hour on eight feet square, the which I did fairly describe to my comrade in due order, only not so gorgeously as thou, for want of book learning.
"What, then, you believe me not?
when I tell you the arrows whizzed over my head, and the combatants shouted, and--" "May the foul fiends fly away with me if I believe a word of it." Gerard took his arm, and quietly pointed to a tree close by.
"Why, it looks like--it is-a broad arrow, as I live!" And he went close, and looked up at it.
"It came out of the battle.