Segrave was taken, and forty English knights besides.
The green borders of the Eske were dyed red with Southron blood; and
the enemy on all sides were calling for quarter, when, of a sudden, the
cry of "Havoc and St. George!" issued from the adjoining hill. At the
same moment, a posse of country people (who, for the sake of plunder,
had stolen into the height), seeing the advancing troops of a third
division of the enemy, like guilty cowards rushed down amongst their
brave defenders, echoing the war-cry of England, and exclaiming, "We
are lost--a host, reaching to the horizon, is upon us!" Terror struck
to many a Scottish heart. The Southrons who were just about giving up
their arms, leaped upon their feet. The fight recommenced with
redoubled fury. Sir Robert Neville, at the head of the new
reinforcement, charged into the center of the Scottish legions. Bruce
and Edwin threw themselves into the breach which this impetuous onset
had made in that part of their line, and fighting man to man, would
have taken Neville, had not a follower of that nobleman, wielding a
ponderous mace, struck Bruce so terrible a blow, as to fracture his
helmet, and cast him from his horse to the ground.
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