hit Bromley below the waist and while Bromley didn't realize it at the time, the bull's right horn ripped through the big muscle of his left leg and pierced through the leg. The strong muscles of the bull's neck lifted Bromley high into the air and over the bull's back. With a quick snap of its head, the bull's horn released its grip on Bromley's leg and Bromley fell to the ground.
Now he could feel the pain. His leg throbbed and it felt as though hot coals were being rubbed inside. He tried to stand, but fell to the ground. He was now screaming with pain and rolling on the ground. He had never felt such pain. He didn't even know that such pain existed. He looked at his leg and saw that his clothing was ripped and wet with his blood. His head started to spin and suddenly, blackness started to gather in on him and mercifully, he passed out as a result of the pain.
Some onlookers rushed to his side and found that he was breathing.
'Who is this man?' someone asked.
'I 'ave seen 'im, boot I do nay know who 'e is,' someone said.
Just then, his friend came up.
''e is Bromley Easton, of Easton-on-the-'ill,' said his friend.
'Let us carry 'im to that wagon over there and take 'im 'ome,' someone said.
Bromley was loaded on the wagon, still unconscious, and his friend climbed into the wagon with him. His friend noted that there was not as much blood as he would have expected and the bleeding seemed to have slowed.
It took nearly an hour to reach Easton-on-the-hill and Bromley had regained consciousness a couple of times, but had almost immediately blacked out again.
Margaret was in Easton-on-the-hill returning from a shoppe when she heard shouting behind her. Turning, she saw a wagon slowly making its way up Church Street. A few people had left their homes and shoppes as the wagon neared.
'Whot is this?' she wondered. Then someone started waving and yelling her name.
'Margaret, Bromley is 'urt. Comb quickly,' Bromley's friend yelled to her.
Margaret dropped her package and ran to the wagon. The site of Bromley laying unconscious, with blood-soaked clothing shocked her and she felt faint. She managed to gain control and gasped.
'Is 'e deed?' she cried. 'Is 'e deed?'
She climbed into the wagon and kneeled beside him, cradling his head in her lap.
'Nay,' said Bromley's friend, ''e is nay deed.'
'Whot 'appened to 'im?' Margaret managed through sobs of anguish. She had expected him to be home two days earlier and now she feared the worst.
''e was running with the bulls and sume'ow a bull gored 'im.'
'Is 'e deed? 'e luks deed,' cried Margaret.
'Nay, 'e is nay deed. I think 'e will revive.'
The wagon was in front of Lind and Gleda's cottage now. Lind had been patching the side of the cottage and saw the wagon pull up with Margaret inside. Margaret saw Lind and cried out to him with an anguished cry.
'It is Bromley,' she sobbed, ''e was gored by a bull in the rune.'
'No,' cried Lind. 'I told 'im to never rune with the bulls! Gleda, comb quick.'
Geva ran out of the cottage followed by Gleda. Lind and the other men were lifting Bromley out of the wagon. The movement and commotion caused Bromley to awaken a bit. He looked up and saw his beloved Margaret.
'Margaret, me luv,' whispered Bromley, 'I am so soory.'
'Shhh, me luv,' replied Margaret between sobs. 'Be still.'
Bromley cried out in pain now as they moved him into the house. Gleda had laid a blanket on the floor and they gently placed Bromley on it.
Gleda and Geva held Margaret close and cried with her. Margaret whimpered and told them what had happened so far as she was aware. Bromley's friend filled in the details as he knew them. He then began to feel awkward and went outside with the other men who had brought Bromley home. It seemed that the news had traveled the entire village already and a small crowd had gathered outside. The friend and the men who had brought Bromley climbed into the wagon and rode away.
Inside the cottage, Bromley was unconscious again. Gleda was attending to the wound. She had cut away the clothing and was washing the wound to clean it as best she could. Margaret couldn't look at the wound, but Gleda insisted that Geva pay attention so that she could learn.
Lind took Margaret outside and tried to comfort her.