At the same moment a shout told them that they had been seen.
"Hark now all!" said Hugh.

"I would shed no more blood if it may be so, who have earned enough of penance.

Therefore shoot at the horses, not at the riders, who without them will be helpless.

And let no man harm a Clavering unless it be to save his own life." "Poor sport!" grunted Grey Dick.
Nevertheless, when the Norman knight who led came within two hundred yards, shouting to them in French to surrender, Dick lifted his great bow, drew and loosed carelessly, as though he shot at hazard, the others holding their bows till the Claverings were nearer.

Yet there was little of hazard when Grey Dick shot, save to that at which he aimed.