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Another night she fell in with some shaggy drovers leading cattle from March into Waisford , and shared the cloak and pillow of one of them without a quiver . Having dozed and started half-a-dozen times in a couple of hours , she got up without disturbing her bed-fellow and took to the woods again . So she came to her last day , when she looked to see the High March towers and what they held . On that day at noon , as she sat resting near a four-went-way , she heard the tramp of horses , the clatter of arms . She hid herself , just in time , in a thicket of wild rose , and waited to see what was threatening . It proved to be a company of soldiers -- she counted fifty , but there were more -- well armed with spears , whose banneroles were black and white . They rode at a trot to the crossways ; there one cried halt .