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The only unarmed knight was James of Scotland。 He stood in the space beside the standard of England； in his plain suit of chamois leather； his crimson cloak over his shoulder； but with no weapon about him； waiting with crossed arms for the morning's decision。
Close outside the royal tent waited Henry's horse； and those of his brother and other immediate attendants； and after a short interval the King came forth in his brightest armour； with the coronal on his helmet； and the beaver up； and as he mounted； not without considerable aid； enthusiastic shouts of 'Long live King Harry！' broke forth； and came echoing back and back from troop to troop； gathering fervour as they rose。
The King rode forward towards the standard； but while yet the shouts were pealing from the army； be suddenly caught at his saddle…bow； reeled visibly； and would have fallen before Bedford could bring his horse to his side； had not James sprung forward； and laid one arm round him； and a hand on his rein。
'It is nothing；' said Henry。 'Let me alone。'
Ere the words were finished； he put his hand to his side； dropped his bridle； and gasped； while a look of intense suffering passed over his features； and he was passive while his horse was led back to the tent； and he was lifted down and placed on the couch he had just quitted。
'Loose my belt；' he gasped； then trying to smile； 'Percy has strained it three holes tighter。'
Alas！ though it was indeed thus drawn in； his armour was hanging on him like the shell of a last year's nut。 They released him from it； and he lay against the cushions with short painful respiration； and frequent cough。
'You must go on with the men at once； John；' he said。 'I will but be blooded； and follow in the litter。'
'Warwick and Salisbury' began Bedford。
'No； no！' peremptorily gasped Henry。 'It must be you or I； I would； but this stitch in the side catches me； so that I can neither ride nor speak。 Go； instantly。 You know what I have ordered。 I'll be up with you ere the battle。'
He brooked no resistance。 His impatience； and with it the oppression and pain； only grew by remonstrance； and Bedford was forced to obey the command to go himself； and leave no one he could help behind him。
'You will stay； at least；' said John； in his distress； turning to the Scottish king。
'I must；' said James。
'You hold not your wrath？' said Bedford。 'It will madden me to leave him to any save you in this stress。 Some are dull； some he will not heed。'
'I will tend him like yourself； John；' said the Scot； taking his hand。 'Do what he may； Harry is Harry still。 Hasten to your command； John； he will be calmer when you are gone。'
Bedford groaned。 It was hard to leave his brother at a moment when he must be more than himselfbecome general of an army； with a battle imminent； but he was under dire necessity； and forced himself to listen to and gather the import of the few terse orders and directions that Henry； breathless as he was； rendered clear and trenchant as ever。
The King almost drove his brother away at last； while a barber was taking a copious stream of blood from him； and as the army had already been set in motion； a great stillness soon prevailed； no one being left save a small escort； and part of the King's own immediate household； for Henry had himself ordered away Montagu； his chamberlain； Percy； and almost all on whom his eyes fell。 The bleeding relieved him； he breathed less tightly； but became deadly pale； and sank into a doze of extreme exhaustion。
'Who is here？' he said； awakening。 'Some drink！ What you； Jamie！ You that were on fire to see a stricken field！'
'Not so much as to see you better at ease；' said James。
'I am better；' said Henry。 'I could move now； and I must。 This tent will stifle me by noon。'
'You will not go forward？'
'No； I'll go back。 A sick man is best with his wife。 And I can battle it no further； nor grudge the glory of the day to John。 He deserves it。'
The irascible sharpness had passed from his voice and manner； and given place to a certain languid cheerfulness； as arrangements were made for his return to Vincennes。
There proved to be a large and commodious barge； in which the transit could be effected on the river； with less of discomfort than in the springless horse litter by which he had travelled the day before； and this was at once prepared。
Malcolm had meanwhile remained； as in duty bound； in attendance on his king。 James had found time to enjoin him to stay； being； to say the truth； unwilling to trust one so inexperienced and fragile in the melee without himself； nor indeed would this have been a becoming moment for him to put himself forward to win his spurs in the English cause。
Nothing had passed about Patrick Drummond； nor the high words of last night。 Henry seemed to have forgotten them； between his bodily suffering and the anxiety of being forced to relinquish the command just before a battle； and James would have felt it ungenerous to harass him at such a moment； when absolutely committed to his charge。 For the present； there was no fear of the prisoner being summarily executed by any lawful authority； since the King had promised to take cognizance of the case； and the chief danger was from his chance discovery by some lawless man…at…arms； who would think himself doing good service by killing a concealed Scot under any circumstances。
Drummond himself； after his delirious night； had sunk into a heavy sleep； and the King thought the best hope for him would be to remain under the care of Sir Nigel Baird for the present； until he could obtain favour for him from Henry； and could send back orders from Vincennes。 He would not leave Malcolm to share the care of him； declaring that the canny Sir Nigel would have quite enough to do in averting suspicion without him； and； besides； he needed Malcolm himself； in the scarcity of attendants who had any tenderness or dexterity of hand to wait upon the suffering King。
Henry had rallied enough to walk down to the river； leaning upon James； and he smiled thanks when he was assisted by Trenton and Kitson to lie along on cushions。 'So； my Yorkshire knights；' he said； ''tis you that have had to stop from the battle to watch a sick man home！'
'Ay； Sir；' said Sir Christopher； 'I did it with the better will； that Trenton here has not been his own man since the fever； and 'twere no fair play in the matter your Grace wets of； did I go into battle whole and sound； and he sick and sorry。'
Henry's look of amusement brightened him into his old self； as he said； 'Honester guards could I scarce have； good friend。'
At that moment； after a nudge or two from Trenton； Kitson and he came suddenly down on their knees； with an impetus that must have tried the boards of the bottom of the barge。 'Sir；' said Kitson； always the spokesman； 'we have a grace to ask of you。'
'Say on；' said Henry。 'Any boon； save the letting you cut one another's throats。'
'No； Sir。 Will Trenton's scarce my match now； more's the pity； and； moreover； we've lost the good will to it we once had。 No； Sir； 'twas license to go a pilgrimage。'
'On pilgrimage！'
'Ay； Sir； to yon shrine at BreuilSt。 Fiacr