"O men! who would not be a man to fight in such just cause? Who would not cherish life that he might lose it to such noble purpose?
"Now therefore, all ye that do love Pentavalon--follow!"
Thus saying, my Beltane wheeled his horse; and with rhythmic ring and clash, together, rank on rank, horsemen and footmen, they followed hard behind, a silent, grim array, with eyes that gleamed 'neath helm and bascinet, and purposeful hands that griped full strong on lance and spear-shaft, as, coming to the forest-road, they swung away northwards towards Winisfarne.