doing their will upon them; and when they were well entered in amongst them and had slain many, they fell to the blowing of horns and crying out: The Red Lad! the Red Lad! Longshaw for the Small Crafts! Then both there was no aid to come to the men of the Porte, whereas they were far away from the East Gate, and also they of the North Gate heard the horns and the cries, and guessed what was toward; so they issued out with torches and cressets, and fell upon the foe crying their cries, and so it befell that none of that host of the Porte escaped save they who might make the night their cloak. Then was the gate thrown open, and the Red Lad and his entered, and ye may think whether the townsmen were joyous and made much of them. But when the tale of his men was told, Osberne found that but three of his were missing; and so soon as it was light he sent back a band of his men to bring on their horses and armour. Thuswise first came Osberne into the City of the Sundering Flood.
