The boy's Froissart : $b being Sir John Froissart's Chronicles of adventures, battle, and custom in England, France, Spain, etc.Froissart, Jean
History
The boy's Froissart : $b being Sir John Froissart's Chronicles of adventures, battle, and custom in England, France, Spain, etc.
Froissart, Jean
France -- History -- House of Valois, 1328-1589; Great Britain -- History -- 14th century; Hundred Years' War, 1339-1453
They hooted a third time, advancing with their crossbows presented, and
began to shoot. The English archers then advanced one step forward, and
shot their arrows with such force and quickness, that it seemed as if it
snowed. When the Genoese felt these arrows, which pierced their arms,
heads, and through their armor, some of them cut the strings of their
crossbows, others flung them on the ground, and all turned about and
retreated quite discomfited. The French had a large body of men at arms
on horseback, richly dressed, to support the Genoese. The King of
France, seeing them thus fall back, cried out, “Kill me those
scoundrels; for they stop up our road, without any reason.” Then you
should have seen the above-mentioned men at arms lay about them, killing
all they could of these runaways.
The English continued shooting as vigorously and quickly as before. Some
of their arrows fell among the horsemen, who were sumptuously equipped,
and, killing and wounding many, made them caper and fall among the
Genoese, so that they were in such confusion they could never rally
again. In the English army there were some Cornish and Welshmen on foot,
who had armed themselves with large knives: these, advancing through the
ranks of the men at arms and archers, who made way for them, came upon
the French when they were in this danger, and, falling upon earls,
barons, knights, and squires, slew many; at which the King of England
was afterwards much displeased. The valiant King of Bohemia was slain
there. He was called Charles of Luxembourg, for he was the son of the
gallant king and emperor Henry of Luxembourg. Having heard the order of
the battle, he inquired where his son the Lord Charles was: his
attendants answered that they did not know, but believed he was
fighting. The king said to them, “Gentlemen, you are all my people, my
friends and brethren at arms this day: therefore, as I am blind, I
request of you to lead me so far into the engagement that I may strike
one stroke with my sword.” The knights replied, they
[Illustration: The Blind King of Bohemia dead on the Battle-field of
Creçy.]
would directly lead him forward; and, in order that they might not lose
him in the crowd, they fastened all the reins of their horses together,
and put the king at their head, that he might gratify his wish, and
advanced toward the enemy. The Lord Charles of Bohemia, who already
signed his name as King of Germany, and bore the arms, had come in good
order to the engagement; but, when he perceived that it was likely to
turn out against the French, he departed, and I do not well know what
road he took. The king his father rode in among the enemy, and made good
use of his sword; for he and his companions fought most gallantly. They
advanced so far that they were all slain; and on the morrow they were
found on the ground, with their horses all tied together.
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