"...The sun sank; twilight fell on the forest, and still the Red King lay bleeding beneath the oak. A charcoal burner returning from his day's work found the body at last, and putting it into his cart took it to Winchester, where the slain monarch was finally buried.
Kingsley, in his quaint imitation of a ballad of the period, gives a somewhat different version of the story:-
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