"There is division of purpose and action in the camp, and an ye not return and head the attack your noble selves, I fear me there is little hope of victory." "Peace, fool! is there such skill and wisdom needed?
Division in purpose and action! Quarrelling, methinks, had better be turned against the enemy than against yourselves.

Hugo, do thou speak; in plain terms, wherefore come ye ?" "In plain terms, then, good my lord, as yet we have had the worst of it," answered the esquire, bluntly.

"The Scotch fight like very devils, attacking us instead of waiting for our attack, penetrating into the very centre of our camp, one knows not how or whence, bearing off prisoners and booty in our very teeth." "Prisoners--booty--worsted! Thou durst not tell me so!" exclaimed Lancaster, furiously, as he started up and half drew his sword.
"Peace, peace, I pray thee, good friend, peace," continued Hereford, laying his hand on Lancaster's shoulder, with a force which compelled him to resume his seat.

"Let us at least hear and understand their mission.

Speak out, Hugo, and briefly--what has befallen ?" In a few straightforward words his esquire gave all the information which was needed, interrupted only now and then by a brief interrogation from Hereford, and some impatient starts and muttering from his colleague.