They asked her some questions, but she shook her head.

Then they cast her down, trampled the life out of her beneath their horses' hoofs, and went on laughing.

The mob laughed also.
"Tear that paper up," said Godwin.

Wulf did so, saying: "Our Rosamund has a brave heart.

Well, we are of the same blood, and will not fail her." Now they were come to the open space in front of the narrow bridge, where, tier on tier, the multitude were ranged, kept back from its centre by lines of guards.