Chapter 9

But the squire had drawn the flap close, and in the confused madness of the slaughter none realized that the pavilion held an occupant. So the flight and the pursuit swept past, and roared away up the valley, and the squire looked out presently to see a cluster of men approaching the royal tent with evident purpose. 'Here comes the king of Nemedia with four companions and his squire,' quoth he. 'He will accept your surrender, my fair lord--' 'Surrender the devil's heart!' gritted the king. He had forced himself up …