"He did much, Wulf, and it will be my pleasure to reward him, but
the duke, who is full of admiration at the slaughter done by three
alone, has caused the bodies to be examined. Twelve of them were
killed with axe wounds, nine by sword wounds. Guy tells me that he
knows that only two fell to his sword, therefore you must have slain
seven. Truly a feat that any man might be proud of, to say nothing
of a lad of your age. Guy is anxious to have you with him, and the
leech said that if you keep quiet to-day, and none of your wounds
break out afresh, it will do you no harm to be carried to my tent."
Accordingly the next day Wulf was carried across to Lord de Burg's,
and his pallet set down by the side of Guy's. The latter was a
little better, and the leech had faint hopes of his recovery. His
right arm had been broken by a blow with a club, and so badly
fractured that it had already been taken off near the shoulder. His
most dangerous wound was a pike-thrust on the left side, which had
penetrated his lungs. He smiled faintly as Wulf was placed by his
side. Wulf tried to smile back again, but he was too much shocked
at the change in his friend's appearance. His cheeks had fallen
in, and his face was deadly pale. His lips were almost colourless,
and his eyes seemed unnaturally large. Wulf made an effort to speak
cheerfully.
"We did not expect to come to this so soon, Guy," he said. "We
have often talked about fighting, but we never thought that our
first serious fight would end like this.
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