Adventure stories; France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
There was not a doubt of it, but that the issue of the day was at a
crisis. On our extreme right d'Aumale and the exiles of France were
pitted against the Huguenot battalions, who went into battle with a
hymn on their lips, and had sworn by the faith for which so many of
them had died never to quit the field alive. Be sure they strove
bitterly there, for the hatreds of sixty years had met face to face on
their last field, and no quarter was asked or given. In the centre
Bouillon, the Turenne of other days, and Biron--men whose very names
were victory--led the attack, which was slowly but surely driving us
back into the river. At one time indeed the fiery marshal, with the
exception of the King perhaps the most brilliant cavalry leader of the
age, had all but laid hands on our standard, and so close was he to me
that I might have counted the jewels of the Order at his neck, and
clearly heard his deep '_Mordieu!_' as he slowly gave way before the
desperate rally that for the moment retrieved the day. But it was on
our left that the greatest danger lay. Henry's rapid movement during
the night had forestalled de Rone's plans, and had practically shut in
the left wing of the Leaguer general between two fires. For although
de Rethelois was penned into La Fere, yet his artillery had a long
reach and galled us in the rear, whilst the King, fully grasping the
situation, opened a heavy fire on our front, and that terrible battery
from the cornfield never ceased launching forth its messages of death.
These guns, no longer hidden by the tall corn-stalks, now beaten and
trampled down, and as red as the poppies that once starred them, were
in reality deciding the fortune of the day. Twice had de Leyva in
person brought the veteran regiments of Almagro and Algarve up to
their very muzzles, until the men could have touched them with their
Biscay pikes, and twice had they been flung back, but made good their
retreat, beating off the charge of Schomberg's reiters in so savage a
manner that the free commander was unable to rally his men for the
rest of the day.
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