The battle of Crecy is a marked stage in the history of our own army,
for it shows clearly the value of the English infantry of the past,
the importance of infantry fire, and the dawn of the employment of
artillery. But by other nations and in other parts of the world, too,
had the value of resolute infantry been recognised, except in France.
The age of chivalry--so called--had increased, and fostered the use
of body armour. Its very dead weight literally and metaphorically
prevented the growth of tactics. There was no real organisation in
the crusading hosts; they were but gatherings of armed men such as
William led at Hastings, and battles were but a series of incidents
of rivalry between leading or ambitious chiefs. The age of chivalry
was an age of vanity, both of deeds and of iron clothes. Magnificent
was the armour of the knight; magnificent, too, his inordinate desire
to be noticed! These were not the days of personal interviews, daily
papers, or self-advertisement; but Sir Galahad, going from tournament
to tournament to show he was a stronger man, or with a Christian
desire to hurt somebody, did his best in that line none the less! The
Irishman who drags his coat along the ground at a fair--another sort
of tournament--in the hope that somebody will tread on the tail of it,
differs little from the challenger at Ashby de la Zouche. There was the
same human nature at the bottom of both--each was spoiling for a fight!
Still the spirit of the time sensibly increased the military spirit.
To individual prowess was open the tournament where doughty deeds, or
what were considered such, met with immediate reward and encouragement.
No better school for mediæval war ever existed than that in which men
learned to fight under the personal criticism of women. Vanity, pride,
love were all brought to play in these contests, and poetry spread far
and wide through the songs of the troubadour the deeds of the valiant,
the defeats of the weaker--
“Throngs of knights and barons bold,
In weeds of peace high triumph hold,
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her grace whom all commend.”
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