Edgar the Ready: A Tale of the Third Edward's ReignShervill, W. P.
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Edgar the Ready: A Tale of the Third Edward's Reign
Shervill, W. P.
Great Britain -- History -- Edward III, 1327-1377 -- Juvenile fiction
"I must start at the beginning, and thou wilt then understand the more
thoroughly. Know, then, that the French fleet mustered two hundred sail
and more, many of their ships being of a size unheard of before, while
we could gather little more than half their number. Our ships were
scraped together from the Five Ports and anywhere along the coast where
a stray trader could be found. But I’ll warrant thee the sailors of the
Five Ports were little loath to lend their ships for the venture, for
their rivalry with the mariners of the Norman coast is most exceeding
bitter. When all that could be collected had been mustered in array,
our good King Edward III filled them with his men-at-arms and archers,
and we set sail.
"Not a man of the whole company was more eager to get to grips with the
enemy than Edward; and when we spied, over an intervening neck of land,
a forest of masts clustering in the harbour of Sluys, he was overjoyed.
However, for all his eagerness, he decided to anchor at sea for the
night, and ’twas in the afternoon of the following day--the anniversary
of Bannockburn, mark ye--that we stood in to fight the foe.
"When they sighted us, the French sailed out a mile or so to meet us,
and then anchored in four great lines across the bay and lashed their
ships firmly together. We found it was a fourfold floating rampart that
we had to assault, but--bah!--little enough shipman or soldier recked of
that!
"Full speed we bore down on the foremost line of ships and ground into
them, our archers sending a storm of shafts in advance that raked them
through and through. Many of their big ships had platforms high up
filled with Genoese crossbowmen, and loaded with stones to fling down
upon us; but our archers poured in a fire so fierce and fast that those
who survived were glad to escape to deck as best they could. Then came
the turn of knights and men-at-arms, and like a mountain torrent we
poured upon the decks of the Frenchmen’s ships. The fighting was hard
and fierce--the struggle of men who had long ached to spring at one
another’s throats.
"But our martial King’s gallant example, and the knightly zest of his
nobles, gave an eagerness to our men that soon forced the French, though
they fought right well, to give back, and presently we had mastered the
first line and began to burst through upon the next. ’Twas then
that---- Ah! What have we here?"
At the sudden exclamation, and the equally sudden reining in of the
steed, the boy, who had been entirely absorbed in his companion’s
narrative, glanced quickly ahead to see the cause of the interruption.
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