I had one through the sleeve of my coat, but none reached her.

One took a horse in the neck, and the poor creature screamed pitifully.

Presently there was a wild confusion of maddened beasts, with the torch burning on the ground and lighting the whole place for the enemy.

I had Elspeth in my arms, and was carrying her to the gate, when over the palisade I saw yellow limbs and fierce faces.
They saw it too--Ringan and the rest--and it did not need his cry to keep our posts to tell us the right course.

The inner palisade which shut off the horses must now be our line of defence, and the poor beasts must be left to their fate.