The greatest danger, if encountered hand to hand in the _melee_, was welcome, but the very idea of a slow, lingering fate, with the enemy before them, mocking their misery, was terrible to the bravest.

A daring sally into the very thickest of the enemy's camp, headed by Nigel and his own immediate followers, carrying all before them, and when by numbers compelled to retreat, bearing both booty and prisoners with them, roused the English from their confident supposition that the besieged would soon be obliged to capitulate, and urged them into action.

The ire of the haughty English blazed up at what seemed such daring insolence in their petty foe.

Decisive measures were resorted to on the instant, and increased bustle appeared to pervade both besiegers and besieged.
"Pity thou art already a knight, Nigel!" bluffly exclaimed Seaton, springing into his saddle by torchlight the following morning, as with a gallant band he was about dashing over the drawbridge, to second the defenders of the barbacan and palisades.

"How shall we reward thee, my boy?
Thou hast brought the foe to bay.