St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and PoitiersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and Poitiers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Great Britain -- History -- Edward III, 1327-1377 -- Fiction
The king saw with indignation one of his divisions defeated and the
other in coward flight, but his forces were still vastly superior to
those of the English, and ordering his men to dismount, he prepared to
receive their onset. The English now gathered their forces, which had
been scattered in combat, and again advanced to the fight. The archers
as usual heralded this advance with showers of arrows, which shook the
ranks of the French and opened the way for the cavalry. These dashed in,
and the ranks of the two armies became mixed, and each man fought hand
to hand. The French king fought on foot with immense valor and bravery,
as did his nobles. The Dukes of Bourbon and Athens, the Lords of Landas,
Argenton, Chambery, Joinville, and many others stood and died near the
king.
Gradually the English drove back their foes. The French forces became
cut up into groups or confined into narrow spaces. Knight after knight
fell around the king. De Ribaumont fell near him. Jeffrey de Charny,
who, as one of the most valiant knights in the army, had been chosen to
bear the French standard, the oriflamme, never left his sovereign's
side, and as long as the sacred banner floated over his head John would
not believe the day was lost. At length, however, Jeffrey de Charny was
killed, and the oriflamme fell. John, surrounded on every side by foes
who pressed forward to make him prisoner, still kept clear the space
immediately around himself and his little son with his battle-ax; but at
last he saw that further resistance would only entail the death of both,
and he then surrendered to Denis de Montbec, a knight of Artois.
The battle was now virtually over. The French banners and pennons had
disappeared, and nothing was seen save the dead and dying, groups of
prisoners, and parties of fugitives flying over the country. Chandos now
advised the prince to halt. His banner was pitched on the summit of a
little mound. The trumpets blew to recall the army from the pursuit, and
the prince, taking off his helmet, drank with the little body of knights
who accompanied him some wine brought from his former encampment.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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