Tysons

<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> <h3><i>IN MEMORIAM</i></h3> <p>Later on news came of that heroic stand made by Tyson and his men&mdash;a mere handful against hundreds of the enemy. He had led them in their last mad rush on a line of naked steel; he had fallen first, face downwards, pierced through the back and breast. He died fighting.</p> <p>Even in Drayton Parva, where all things are remembered, his sins are forgotten. Nay, more, they forbear to speak of his wife's sins out of respect for the memory of a brave man.</p> <p>In Drayton Parish Church there is a stained glass window with a figure of St. Michael; he has a drawn sword in his hand and the flames of hell are about his feet. That window is dedicated</p> <div class="blockquot">TO THE GLORY OF GOD AND THE MEMORY OF NEVILL TYSON.</div> <p>So they remember.</p> <p>And out there, in the great Soudan, there is a wooden cross that mounts guard over a long mound. Already it is buried up to its arms in the shifting sand; by to-morrow the dead and their place will be one with the eternal desert. And the desert remembers nothing, neither glory nor sin.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <hr class="full" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />