Half the rebel army had been killed; and when, at last, the infantry broke, and it was clear that there was no more to be done, Oswald, who was wounded in half a dozen places, called the survivors of his troop to follow him; and, with his party, rode off in good order.
A mile from the field they halted for a few minutes.

Not one of them but had been more or less severely wounded in the desperate melee.

They now took off their armour, and bandaged each other's wounds; and then, mounting again, they rode off.
"What do you say, Father," Oswald asked; "shall we circle round, and join Glendower?
We know that his army is close at hand and, were they to attack tonight, they should win an easy victory; for the king's men have suffered well nigh as sorely as we have." "No, Oswald; we have done enough.

We have not been fighting for the Earl of March.

We have been simply following our feudal lord, as we were bound to do.