But yesternight there were those who marked him covering the retreat of his men absolutely alone; his sword struck down two at every sweep, till his passage was cleared; he darted on--the drawbridge trembled in its grooves--for he had given the command to raise it, despite his own danger--his charger, mad as himself, sprang forward, and like a lightning flash, both disappeared within the portcullis as the bridge uprose." "Gallantly done!" exclaimed Lancaster, who had listened to this recital almost breathlessly.

"By St.George, a foe worthy to meet and struggle with! But who is he--what is he ?" "Knowest thou not ?" said Hereford, surprised; "the brother, youngest brother I have heard, of this same daring Earl of Carrick who has so troubled our sovereign." "Nigel, the brother of Robert! What, the scribe, the poet, the dreamer of Edward's court?
a poor youth, with naught but his beauty to recommend him.

By all good angels, this metamorphosis soundeth strangely! art sure 'tis the same, the very same ?" "I have heard so," was Hereford's quiet reply, and continuing his more important queries with the veterans around, while Lancaster, his gayer spirit roused by this account of Nigel, demanded every minute particular concerning him, that he might seek him hand to hand.
"Steel armor inlaid with silver--blue scarf across his breast, embroidered with his cognizance in gold--blue plume, which no English sword hath ever soiled--humph! that's reserved for me--charger white as the snow on the ground--sits his steed as man and horse were one.

Well, gloriously well, there will be no lack of glory here!" he said, joyously, as one by one he slowly enumerated the symbols by which he might recognize his foe.

So expeditiously had Hereford conducted his well-arranged plans, that when his council was over, it still wanted two hours to dawn, and these Hereford commanded the men who had accompanied him to pass in repose.
But he himself partook not of this repose, passing the remainder of the darkness in carefully reviewing the forces which were still fresh and prepared for the onset, in examining the nature of the engines, and finally, still aided by the noise of the howling winds, marshalled them in formidable array in very front of the barbacan, the heavy mist thrown onward by the blasts effectually concealing their near approach.