William Morris,
The Sundering Flood — They deliver the Thorpe-dwellers from the Black Skimmers
(1898)
“ For there lay in their road, a mile and a half a-head, a thorpe so big that it was well-nigh a little town, but quite unfenced, though many of the houses were goodly and great as for such a place. But now all was going ill there, for they saw smoke and flames coming forth from the windows and roofs of many of the houses, and a confused crying and shrieking came down the wind to them, and Osberne the keen-eyed deemed he could see folk, some a-horseback, fleeing down the highway toward them. Then Sir Godrick cried out: Prick on, good men of mine! ”
