...e we, cut off and almost powerless, make such resistance as we may. Haste thee, Master Shields. What thou doest do quickly! for Nemesis is coming, and thy time is short—too short, alas! for Shields , for mortal man; for lo! yonder, one hath clattered through the bridge, and bounding up the heights where the forces lay, pressing his steed with burning spurs, his visage all aglow and blue eye bl...