The older men would do as good service here, were the castle besieged in our absence; of which, however, there is but slight chance; but for work against the Welsh, they would be of little use." Hotspur himself spoke to Oswald, that evening.
"Here is a missive to give to Sir Edmund Mortimer.

I have commended you to him, telling him that, though young, there is not one of my squires in whom I could more implicitly trust; and that you had carried out a delicate mission for me, with rare discretion and courage.

Your uncle, as an old retainer, and a good fighter, and the captain of my garrison, goes in command of the men-at-arms, and in regular fighting one could need no better officer; but in such warfare as that against the Welsh is like to be, yours will be the better head to plan, and as my squire you will represent me.

I have specially commended you to him, as one always to be depended upon." "I am greatly beholden to your lordship," Oswald said, "and will try to justify the commendations that you have given me." At daybreak on the following morning, the little party rode out from the castle.

Oswald with his uncle rode in front; the former in the highest spirits, while the sturdy old soldier was himself scarce less pleased, at this change from the monotony of life in garrison.
"Years seem to have fallen off my shoulders, lad," he said, "and I feel as young as I did when I fought at Otterburn." "That was a bad business, Uncle; and I trust that no such misfortune as that will befall us, this time." "I hope not, indeed, Oswald.