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โHow think ye, Colonel Saxon?โ he cried wildly. โHow goes the fight? Is all well with ye? What an error, alas! what an error! Shall we draw off, eh? How say you?โ
โWe hold our own here, your Majesty,โ Saxon answered. โMethinks had we something after the nature of palisados or stockados, after the Swedish fashion, we might even make it good against the horse.โ
โAh, the horse!โ cried the unhappy Monmouth. โIf we get over this, my Lord Grey shall answer for it. They ran like a flock of sheep. What leader could do anything with such troops? Oh, lack-a-day, lack-a-day! Shall we not advance?โ
โThere is no reason to advance, your Majesty, now that the surprise has failed,โ said Saxon. โI had sent for carts to bridge over the trench, according to the plan which is commended in the treatise, โDe vallis et fossis,โ but they are useless now. We can but fight it out as we are.โ
โTo throw troops across would be to sacrifice them,โ said Wade. โWe have lost heavily, Colonel Saxon, but I think from the look of yonder bank that ye have given a good account of the red-coats.โ
โStand firm! For Godโs sake, stand firm!โ cried Monmouth distractedly. โThe horse have fled, and the cannoniers also. Oh! what can I do with such men? What shall I do? Alas, alas!โ He set spurs to his horse and galloped off down the line, still ringing his hands and uttering his dismal wailings. Oh, my children, how small, how very small a thing is death when weighed in the balance with dishonour! Had this man but borne his fate silently, as did the meanest footman who followed his banners, how proud and glad would we have been to have discoursed of him, our princely leader. But let him rest. The fears and agitations and petty fond emotions, which showed upon him as the breeze shows upon the water, are all stilled now for many a long year. Let us think of the kind heart and forget the feeble spirit.
As his escort trooped after him, the great German man-at-arms separated from them and turned back to us. โI am weary of trotting up and down like a lust-ritter at a fair,โ said he. โIf I bide with ye I am like to have my share of any fighting which is going. So, steady, mein Liebchen. That ball grazed her tail, but she is too old a soldier to wince at trifles. Hullo, friend, where is your horse?โ
โAt the bottom of the ditch,โ said Sir Gervas, scraping the mud off his dress with his sword-blade. โโTis now half-past two,โ he continued, โand we have been at this childโs-play for an hour and more. With a line regiment, too! It is not what I had looked forward to!โ
โYou shall have something to console you anon,โ cried the German, with his eyes shining. โMein Gott! Is it not splendid? Look to it, friend Saxon, look to it!โ
It was no light matter which had so roused the soldierโs admiration. Out of the haze which still lay thick upon our right there twinkled here and there a bright gleam of silvery light, while a dull, thundering noise broke upon our ears like that of the surf upon a rocky shore. More and more frequent came the fitful flashes of steel, louder and yet louder grew the hoarse gathering tumult, until of a sudden the fog was rent, and the long lines of the Royal cavalry broke out from it, wave after wave, rich in scarlet and blue and gold, as grand a sight as ever the eye rested upon. There was something in the smooth, steady sweep of so great a body of horsemen which gave the feeling of irresistible power. Rank after rank, and line after line, with waving standards, tossing manes, and gleaming steel, they poured onwards, an army in themselves, with either flank still shrouded in the mist. As they thundered along, knee to knee and bridle to bridle, there came from them such a gust of deep-chested oaths with the jangle of harness, the clash of steel, and the measured beat of multitudinous hoofs, that no man who hath not stood up against such a whirlwind, with nothing but a seven-foot pike in his hand, can know how hard it is to face it with a steady lip and a firm grip.
But wonderful as was the sight, there was, as ye may guess, my dears, little time for us to gaze upon it. Saxon and the German flung themselves among the pikemen and did all that men could do to thicken their array. Sir Gervas and I did the same with the scythesmen, who had been trained to form a triple front after the German fashion, one rank kneeling, one stooping, and one standing erect, with weapons advanced. Close to us the Taunton men had hardened into a dark sullen ring, bristling with steel, in the centre of which might be seen and heard their venerable Mayor, his long beard fluttering in the breeze, and his strident voice clanging over the field. Louder and louder grew the roar of the horse. โSteady, my brave lads,โ cried Saxon, in trumpet tones. โDig the pike-butt into the earth! Best it on the right foot! Give not an inch! Steady!โ A great shout went up from either side, and then the living wave broke over us.
What hope is there to describe such a scene as thatโthe crashing of wood, the sharp gasping cries, the snorting of horses, the jar when the push of pike met with the sweep of sword! Who can hope to make another see that of which he himself carries away so vague and dim an impression? One who has acted in such a scene gathers no general sense of the whole combat, such as might be gained by a mere onlooker, but he has stamped for ever upon his mind just the few incidents which may chance to occur before his own eyes. Thus my memories are confined to a swirl of smoke with steel caps and fierce, eager faces breaking through it, with the red gaping nostrils of horses and their pawing fore-feet as they recoiled from the hedge of steel. I see, too, a young beardless lad, an officer of dragoons, crawling on hands and knees under the scythes, and I hear his groan as one of the peasants pinned him to the ground. I see a bearded, broad-faced trooper riding a grey horse just outside the fringe of the scythes, seeking for some entrance, and screaming the while with rage. Small things imprint themselves upon a manโs notice at such a time. I even marked the manโs strong white teeth and pink gums. At the same time I see a white-faced, thin-lipped man leaning far forward over his horseโs neck and driving at me with his sword point, cursing the while as only a dragoon can curse. All these images start up as I think of that fierce rally, during which I hacked and cut and thrust at man and horse without a thought of parry or of guard. All round rose a fierce babel of shouts and cries, godly ejaculations from the peasants and oaths from the horsemen, with Saxonโs voice above all imploring his pikemen to stand firm. Then the cloud of horse-men recoiled, circling off over the plain, and the shout of triumph from my comrades, and an open snuff-box thrust out in front of me, proclaimed that we had seen the back of as stout a squadron as ever followed a kettledrum.
But if we could claim it as a victory, the army in general could scarce say as much. None but the very pick of the troops could stand against the flood of heavy horses and steel-clad men. The Frome peasants were gone, swept utterly from the field. Many had been driven by pure weight and pressure into the fatal mud which had checked our advance. Many others, sorely cut and slashed, lay
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