Moat House. But out of this dozen, three had been
gravely wounded: two at Risingham in the disorder of the
rout, one by John Amend-All's marksmen as he crossed
the forest. This raised the force of the garrison, counting
Hatch, Sir Daniel, and young Shelton, to twenty-two ef-
fective men. And more might be continually expected to
arrive. The danger lay not therefore in the lack of men.

It was the terror of the Black Arrow that oppressed the
spirits of the garrison. For their open foes of the party of
York, in these most changing times, they felt but a far-
away concern. "The world," as people said in those days,
"might change again" before harm came. But for their
neighbours in the wood, they trembled. It was not Sir
Daniel alone who was a mark for hatred. His men, con-
scious of impunity, had carried themselves cruelly through
all the country. Harsh commands had been harshly ex-
ecuted; and of the little band that now sat talking in the
court, there was not one but had been guilty of some act
of oppression or barbarity. And now, by the fortune of
war, Sir Daniel had become powerless to protect his in-
struments; now, by the issue of some hours of battle, at
which many of them had not been present, they had all
become punishable traitors to the State, outside the buck-
ler of the law, a shrunken company in a poor fortress that
was hardly tenable, and exposed upon all sides to the just
resentment of their victims. Nor had there been lacking
grisly advertisements of what they might expect.

At different periods of the evening and the night, no

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