The chauffeur was told to turn to the west, and they arrived on the site of Crécy by the same lower road taken by Philippe’s army. "The English," said Parker, "were drawn up on the hill facing us, their right towards Crécy, their left at Vadicourt, that little village you see down there. They were about thirty thousand; there were a hundred thousand French. The latter appeared about three o’clock in the afternoon, and immediately there was a violent thunderstorm." "I observe," said the doctor, "that the heavens thought it funny to water an offensive even in those days." Parker explained the disposition of the two armies, and the varying fortunes of the battle. Aurelle, who was not listening, admired the woods, the quiet villages, the yellowing grass of the fields, and saw in imagination swarms of men and horses riding up to the assault of this peaceful hill. "Finally," concluded the major, "when the King of France and his army had left the field of battle, Edward invited the principal corps commanders to dinner, and they all ate and drank with great rejoicings because of the good luck which had befallen them." "How very English, that invitation to dine with the King," said Aurelle. "Then," continued Parker, "he ordered one Renaud de Ghehoben to take all the knights and clerks who knew heraldry——" "The units," said the doctor, "ought to send up this evening to His Majesty’s H.Q. a statement of all barons with armorial bearings." "And commanded them to count the dead, and to write down the names of all the knights whom they could recognize." "The adjutant-general will start a numbered list of lords who have been killed, including their rank," said the doctor. "Renaud found eleven princes, thirteen hundred knights and sixteen thousand foot soldiers." Heavy black clouds were showing up against the brilliant sunshine: a storm was coming over the hill. By the valley of Renaud’s clerks, they climbed up on to the summit and Parker looked for the tower from which Edward had watched the battle. "I thought," he said, "that it had been made into a mill, but I don’t see one on the horizon." Aurelle, noticing a few old peasants, helped by children, cutting corn in the next field, went up to them and asked them where the tower was. "The tower? There is no tower in these parts," one of them said, "nor mill either." "Perhaps we are wrong," said the major. "Ask him if this is really where the battle was." "The battle?" replied the old man. "What battle?" And the people of Crécy turned back to their work, binding into neat sheaves the corn of this invincible land. THE END