He was upheld by the arm of one of his own stout servants; and no one else save a few wounded men or dead corpses was near.

In a flash it all came back--the fight, the supposed victory, the disastrous defeat; and he groaned aloud, and struggled to regain his feet.
"The prince!" he cried, in tones sharpened by physical and mental anguish, "the prince!--where is he ?" "He is a prisoner; but he is unhurt.

A gallant knight took him.

His name, I learned from one of his men-at-arms, is Sir Richard Crofts; and he called out to his men, after you were down, that he would have no hurt done to the prince.

He was to be taken prisoner and brought to the king--so he called him; and he had given out by proclamation that whoever brought to him the prince, alive or dead, should have a hundred pounds a year; and that the life of the prince should be spared.