23/28 He made a spring forward; but Warbel laid a detaining hand upon his arm. It is not England's way for a score to attack one; but we must not interpose betwixt Mortimer and a heretic. That would be too much peril." But almost before the man had done speaking Edred broke away, crying out excitedly: "My brothers, my brothers! they are there in the thick of it!" and with a groan of terror and dismay Warbel recognized the voice of Bertram raised in angry scorn. He is but a poor travelling peddler with his pack. |