He sat down on the grassy bank, and endeavoured to stanch such of his wounds as were pouring fastest.
The victors had the general meed of gratulation.

The Duke of Albany and others went down to survey the field; and Henry Wynd was honoured with particular notice.
"If thou wilt follow me, good fellow," said the Black Douglas, "I will change thy leathern apron for a knight's girdle, and thy burgage tenement for an hundred pound land to maintain thy rank withal." "I thank you humbly, my lord," said the smith, dejectedly, "but I have shed blood enough already, and Heaven has punished me by foiling the only purpose for which I entered the combat." "How, friend ?" said Douglas.

"Didst thou not fight for the Clan Chattan, and have they not gained a glorious conquest ?" "I fought for my own hand," [meaning, I did such a thing for my own pleasure, not for your profit] said the smith, indifferently; and the expression is still proverbial in Scotland.
The good King Robert now came up on an ambling palfrey, having entered the barriers for the purpose of causing the wounded to be looked after.
"My lord of Douglas," he said, "you vex the poor man with temporal matters when it seems he may have short timer to consider those that are spiritual.

Has he no friends here who will bear him where his bodily wounds and the health of his soul may be both cared for ?" "He hath as many friends as there are good men in Perth," said Sir Patrick Charteris, "and I esteem myself one of the closest." "A churl will savour of churl's kind," said the haughty Douglas, turning his horse aside; "the proffer of knighthood from the sword of Douglas had recalled him from death's door, had there been a drop of gentle blood in his body." Disregarding the taunt of the mighty earl, the Knight of Kinfauns dismounted to take Henry in his arms, as he now sunk back from very faintness.

But he was prevented by Simon Glover, who, with other burgesses of consideration, had now entered the barrace.
"Henry, my beloved son Henry!" said the old man.