And so there seemed. The English division, forming, with some Breton men-at-arms and the seventeen hundred infantry, the vanguard of the army, was standing to its arms. The cavalry were mounting, and a body of mounted archers was thrown forward under Tom o’ Kingston. The rest of the army had come up, and the main battle, or middle ward, as it was called, under the Lord d’Albret, in which was the fine body of Swiss infantry, conspicuous among whom were the Duke of Orleans and the Prince of Orange, was drawn up to support the vanguard. The rear ward was commanded by the Comte de Chauteaubriand, whose castle had also been lately razed to the ground by the army of Charles VIII. The artillery was brought up and placed upon the flanks of the vanguard, and a small body of mounted archers was drawn up in support of the clumsy cannon. As the two boys rode back to their lord, they could see the general disposition of the army, and their hearts beat high with pride and excitement. "This is something like!" said Dicky. "They’ll think great things of us at home when I tell them. I would give a crown our old varlet, Nick Goodall, saw me here. He’d never say I wasn’t good for much again. Ah! and I wish that saucy little wench who called me a tom-tit could just see me too. Tom-tit, indeed! Tom-tit, quotha!" When they reached their own division, they saw the mounted archers halted on the brow of the rise in front, and the burly form of Tom o’ Kingston sitting his powerful horse, with lance resting on his steel solleret. The sun was now pouring down its unclouded heat. The divisions of the army were all in battle array at half a bow-shot’s length from each other, and were echeloned along the high road from Fougéres to Rennes, with the great wood of La Seve in their rear. As Ralph, sitting his horse, his cousin Yolande’s present, by the side of the Captain of the Wight, turned round to look at the splendid sight behind him, where helm, and crest, and spear point flashed in the glowing sun, and where the gay banners of the nobles gently fluttered in the light summer air, he heard a whizz, and turned quickly round. "Hullo, Ralph!" said Maurice Woodville, "what’s that archer tumbled off his horse for? Is he in a swoon from the heat, think you? and look, they’re beginning to shoot. Why, it must be the enemy on the other side of the hill." "We shall know directly. Look, there’s old De Rieux going forward, and so are we. Now, Dicky, you’ll get your money, look to your lance," said Ralph, as the Captain of the Wight and his esquires put spurs to their horses and rode up to the crest of the hill.