CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
HOW SORLEY BOY MCDONNELL CAME HOME TO HIS OWN.
I was not left for long to a solitary watch at the maiden's tower.

For, just as dawn began to break, and my head, after the labours of the night, began to nod, I was roused with a thwack betwixt my jaw and my ear which sent me backwards to the ground.

When I picked myself up, I found it was the English fellow whom Ludar had put snugly to roost on the parapet an hour or two since.

He had come to in no very merry frame of mind; and, finding the castle in the hands of the besiegers, and his own life not worth an hour's purchase, was minded to hit out a bit for his Queen before giving up the ghost.
More than that, I suspect, he was a little jealous to find me on guard at the maiden's tower, where, till now, he had stood sentinel.

Anyhow he caught me a crack which I have scarce forgotten yet, and which might have left me lying on my back to this day, but for the blow which Ludar had dealt him first.
He was unarmed, so that I could not make an end of him as shortly as I was minded.