strife, the sou] of victory, on 
which no mortal hand had power. 

While this general struggle thus continued, neither Douglas 
nor Sir Amiot had relaxed their herculean efforts. Around 
the rival banners the battle in truth waxed hottest ; for so 
great, so intense was the wordnetdesire to possess them, not a Scots- 
man fell but bis place was instantly filled up with warriors as 
hot, as eager as had been the dead. On through the closely- 
pressed lines, followed by about a dozen men-at-arma, spears 
threatening destruction both to man and horse, swords clashing 
against swords, with a heat, a velocity, only slackening in death, 
' well-nigh surrounded, wholly cut off from hb friends by a thick 
wall of hostile steel  on, within twenty yards of St. Edward's 
banner. Sir Amiot still struggled, possessed in seeming of a 

fiant's strength, a power to ward, to attack, to guard, to return 
low for blow, all at one and the same moment, till his very 
foes gazed at him almost in wordnetfear, and had it not been for very 
, would have shunned a blade that seemed by magic 
charmed. On, on, yet closer, but still a double, aye, triple  
of men and horse circled