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
CHAPTER I.
A Wayfarer 1
CHAPTER II.
The Hut in the Marshes 18
CHAPTER III.
A Thwarted Plot 36
CHAPTER IV.
A Knight's Chain 54
CHAPTER V.
The City Games 72
CHAPTER VI.
The Mêlée 89
CHAPTER VII.
The Young Esquire 107
CHAPTER VIII.
Off to the Wars 126
CHAPTER IX.
The Siege of Hennebon 145
CHAPTER X.
A Place of Refuge 164
CHAPTER XI.
A Stormy Interview 180
CHAPTER XII.
Jacob van Artevelde 196
CHAPTER XIII.
The White Ford 214
CHAPTER XIV.
Cressy 232
CHAPTER XV.
The Siege of a Fortalice 250
CHAPTER XVI.
A Prisoner 267
CHAPTER XVII.
The Capture of Calais 285
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Black Death 303
CHAPTER XIX.
By Land and Sea 319
CHAPTER XX.
Poitiers 336
CHAPTER XXI.
The Jacquerie 353
CHAPTER XXII.
Victory and Death 372
ST. GEORGE FOR ENGLAND.
CHAPTER I.
A Wayfarer.
It was a bitterly cold night in the month of November, 1330. The rain
was pouring heavily, when a woman, with a child in her arms, entered the
little village of Southwark. She had evidently come from a distance, for
her dress was travel-stained and muddy. She tottered rather than walked,
and when, upon her arrival at the gateway on the southern side of London
Bridge, she found that the hour was past and the gates closed for the
night, she leaned against the wall with a faint groan of exhaustion and
disappointment.
After remaining, as if in doubt, for some time, she feebly made her way
into the village. Here were many houses of entertainment, for travelers
like herself often arrived too late to enter the gates, and had to abide
outside for the night. Moreover, house rent was dear within the walls of
the crowded city, and many, whose business brought them to town, found
it cheaper to take up their abode in the quiet hostels of Southwark
rather than to stay in the more expensive inns within the walls. The
lights came out brightly from many of the casements, with sounds of
boisterous songs and laughter. The woman passed these without a pause.
Presently she stopped before a cottage, from which a feeble light alone
showed that it was tenanted.
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