A glance at his face was sufficient to tell the news.
"We have lost the day," he said.

"Warwick and Montague are both killed.
All is lost here for the present.

Which will you do, my love, ride with me to the West, where Queen Margaret will speedily land, if indeed she has not landed already, or take sanctuary here with the boy ?" "I will go with you," she said.

"I would vastly rather do so." "I will tell you more on the road," he said.

"There is no time to be lost now." The woman of the house was called, and at once set her son to saddle the other horse and to give a feed to that of the knight.