

The Kings manner changed at once.  He cried out--

Wounded?  And who hath dared to do it?  But that is apart; lead on,
lead on!  Faster, sirrah!  Art shod with lead?  Wounded, is he?  Now
though the doer of it be a dukes son he shall rue it!

It was some distance to the wood, but the space was speedily traversed.