He was now eighteen, and as he was nearly six feet in height, and his figure had filled out greatly since he had left his home, he might well have passed as three or four years older than his real age.

That evening, Alwyn gave a full account of their fray with the Welsh.
"These men fight stoutly, Alwyn," Percy said, when he had concluded his story.
"Right stoutly, Sir Henry, and were their discipline equal to their bravery, they would be formidable opponents, indeed; but as it is, they are quite unable to stand against men-at-arms in a set battle.

In this respect they are by no means equal to the Scotch, but for surprises, or irregular fighting, I could wish to see no better men." "It is an unfortunate affair," Percy said.

"It seemed that we had finished with Wales, at Llewellyn's death, and that the two nations had become one.

In London, and many other places, they were settled among us.