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
After this resolution had been entered into, each retired to his
quarters, to eat and drink what he could find there; and they desired
their companions to be silent, in order that the trumpets might be
heard: at the first sounding of which, the horses were to be saddled and
made ready; at the second, every one was to arm himself without delay;
and, at the third, to mount their horses immediately, and join their
banners. Each was to take only one loaf of bread with him, slung behind
him, after the manner of hunters. All unnecessary arms, harness, and
baggage were ordered to be left behind, as they thought they should, for
a certainty, give battle the next day, whatever might be the
consequences. As it had been ordered, so was it executed; and all were
mounted and ready about midnight. Some had but little rest,
notwithstanding they had labored hard the day before. Day began to
appear, as the battalions were assembled at their different posts. The
banner-bearers then hastened on, over heaths, mountains, valleys,
rocks, and many dangerous places, without meeting any level country. On
the summits of the mountains, and in the valleys, were large marshes and
bogs, and of such extent that it is a miracle many were not lost in
them; for each galloped forward without waiting for either commander or
companion. Those who fell into them found difficulty in getting any one
to help them. Many banners remained there; and several baggage and
sumpter horses never came out again.
In the course of the day there were frequent cries of alarm, as if the
foremost ranks were engaged with the enemy; which those behind believing
to be true, they hurried forward as fast as possible, over rocks and
mountains, sword in hand, with their helmets and shields prepared for
fighting, without waiting for father, brother, or friend. When they had
hastened about half a league toward the place from which the noise came,
they found themselves disappointed, as the cries proceeded from some
herds of deer or other wild beasts, which abounded in these heaths and
desert places, and which fled before the banners, pursued by the shouts
of the army, which made them imagine it was something else.
In this manner the young King of England, agreeably to the advice of his
council, rode all that day over mountains and deserts, without keeping
to any fixed road, or finding any town. About vespers, and sorely
fatigued, they reached the Tyne, which the Scots had already crossed,
though the English supposed they had it still to repass. Accordingly
they went over the ford, but with great difficulty, owing to the large
stones that were in the river.
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