Part 11 (2/2)

”The best thing that has happened is that you have come to yourself and are able to speak, Wulf,” Harold said. ”But do not try to talk, lad, until the leech comes and examines your wounds. You have done us all a rare service to-night, for thanks to the carelessness of De Launey's men, most of whom have paid for their error with their lives, we should all have been taken by surprise had it not been for the brave stand you made. Now we will take off your garments and see where you are wounded. They seem to be soaked everywhere with blood.”

”I received three or four gashes with their knives,” Wulf said feebly, ”and I think a spear wound. How are the others?”

”I know not about Guy,” Harold said, ”but your man is able to speak, and has not, I hope, received mortal injuries.”

”Don't trouble yourself about me, Master Wulf,” OsG.o.d put in. ”I have got a few p.r.i.c.ks with the knaves' knives, and a spear-thrust or two, but as I was able to keep on my feet until the earl arrived with help, I think the wounds are of no great consequence.”

”If aught happens to me,” Wulf said to Harold, ”I pray you to see to him, my lord, and to take him as one of your own men. Had it not been for him the Bretons would have made short work of us.”

He could barely utter the words, and again became insensible from loss of blood.

When he recovered the leech was kneeling beside him, pouring oil into his wounds and applying bandages.

”Do not try to talk,” he said quietly, as Wulf opened his eyes.

”Lie quite still, the least movement might cause your wounds to break out afresh. They are serious, but I think not of a mortal nature.”

”Guy?” Wulf whispered.

”He is in a more perilous condition than you are, but it is possible that he too may live. As for your man here, I have as yet but glanced at his wounds; but though cut sorely, I have no fear for his life.

Now drink this potion, and then go off to sleep if you can.”

Wulf drank off the contents of the goblet placed to his lips, and in a few minutes was fast asleep. When he woke it was broad daylight, and Beorn was sitting by his side. The latter put his finger to his lips.

”You are not to talk, Wulf. The leech gave me the strictest orders when he was here a short time since, and said that you seemed to be doing well. OsG.o.d he says will surely recover, and be none the worse for the letting out of some of his blood. The Bretons were too hasty with their strokes, and although he has a dozen wounds none of them are serious. Guy de Burg is alive, but as yet the leech can say nothing. It has been a bad business. It seems that De Launey's men were most of them killed whilst they were asleep.

The bodies of the sentries were found at their posts, but whether they were asleep, or whether, as is thought more likely, their foes stole up and killed them before they had time to utter a cry, we know not. The Bretons attacked at two or three other points, but nowhere with such success, though many Normans have fallen. Everyone says that the party which pa.s.sed through De Launey's men would have reached the tents and probably killed most of those in them had they not stopped while some of their number attacked you and Guy de Burg. The duke and Harold have both said that your bravery saved us from a great disaster. I would that I had been with you, but the tent I was in was the farthest along the line, and the Bretons were in full flight before we came upon the scene.”

Presently the Baron de Burg came to the side of the pallet on which Wulf was lying. ”I cannot say that I owe you the life of my son,”

he said, laying his hand gently upon Wulf's, ”for I know not as yet whether he will live, but he was sensible when we brought him to my tent, and he told me that you had stood over him and defended him from the Bretons until you too fell. He was sensible all the time, though unable to move.”

”It was OsG.o.d who did most of the fighting, my lord,” Wulf said.

”He did much, Wulf, and it will be my pleasure to reward him, but the duke, who is full of admiration at the slaughter done by three alone, has caused the bodies to be examined. Twelve of them were killed with axe wounds, nine by sword wounds. Guy tells me that he knows that only two fell to his sword, therefore you must have slain seven. Truly a feat that any man might be proud of, to say nothing of a lad of your age. Guy is anxious to have you with him, and the leech said that if you keep quiet to-day, and none of your wounds break out afresh, it will do you no harm to be carried to my tent.”

Accordingly the next day Wulf was carried across to Lord de Burg's, and his pallet set down by the side of Guy's. The latter was a little better, and the leech had faint hopes of his recovery. His right arm had been broken by a blow with a club, and so badly fractured that it had already been taken off near the shoulder. His most dangerous wound was a pike-thrust on the left side, which had penetrated his lungs. He smiled faintly as Wulf was placed by his side. Wulf tried to smile back again, but he was too much shocked at the change in his friend's appearance. His cheeks had fallen in, and his face was deadly pale. His lips were almost colourless, and his eyes seemed unnaturally large. Wulf made an effort to speak cheerfully.

”We did not expect to come to this so soon, Guy,” he said. ”We have often talked about fighting, but we never thought that our first serious fight would end like this.”

”You have nothing to regret,” Baron de Burg said. ”You have both done your duty n.o.bly, and one of gentle blood can wish for no better end than to die doing his duty against great odds. G.o.d grant that you may both be spared, but if it be otherwise, death could not come to you more gloriously than in giving your lives to save your lords from surprise.”

Wulf's recovery was comparatively rapid. He was greatly pleased when, a week after his removal, OsG.o.d was brought into the tent by Harold. He was still pale and feeble, but was able to walk, and a.s.sured his young lord that he should soon be ready for another fight with the Bretons.

”There will be no more fighting,” Harold said. ”Yesterday their chiefs came in to make their submission and ask for mercy, and on this being granted their fortress has surrendered this morning.

They will pay a heavy fine in cattle, and their two strongest fortresses are to be garrisoned by Norman troops. A considerable slice of their territory is to be taken from them. In a week I hope we shall all be on our way back to Rouen.”

Guy was mending very slowly. Even yet the leech could not say with certainty that his life would be saved, and warned his father that in any case he would for a very long time be an invalid. In another week the camp was broken up. Wulf declared that he was well enough to sit a horse, but the leech insisted that he should be carried on a litter.

”In another fortnight,” he said, ”you may be able to ride, but it would not be safe to attempt to do so now. You are going on as well as could be wished, and it would be madness to risk everything by haste.”

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