Into the Darkness of the Saxon Forest

As it began straight on end, i do not think we could have got away. But when we had ridden many an hour, and the heavy streaks of white foam were marking editha's horse with dreadful suggestion, for a moment or two, the sound of the pursuers stopped. There was a smooth, wide bit of grassy road between us in that centre midnight saxon forest. And as i sat my panting war horse, i could not see my own hand stretched out before me. Yet there in that grim blackness, i met the norman lance to lance and sent his spirit whirl into the outer space. I let him come within 200 yards, then