Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
Our archers were now thrown out in front, the knights followed, and the
men-at-arms brought up the rear. As we were drawing near unto the foe
we beheld their main body advancing on our centre, which was led by the
Duke of Gloucester himself. Soon we were engaged, and then we had not
time to see how the Duke did receive the Scotchmen; for indeed we were
too busy with the receiving of them, or rather their arrows, which
poured down on either side like rain.
When this long distance battle had gone on for a short space we thought
it time that we knights should take part, and not let all of the glory
go to the archers. Therefore, the command was given to swing to the
right, past them, and take the enemy in the flank. Around, as on a
hinge, swung the double ranks of mail-clad figures, and then, when we
had cleared our archers, we placed our lances in the rests, and came
down upon the enemy like a thunderbolt. They, however, had seen us
change position, and, though they be thick-skulled knaves, they did
divine our object, ere our plan was carried out. Their knights dashed
forward at the same time as did we, and we met before their archers
with a crash that was heard for the distance of a mile.
I had singled out a knight, which, by his size, and the way he sat his
horse, led me to think he should be a foeman worthy of my steel. In
this I was not disappointed; for when we met in the front rank, each
had aimed at the centre of the other's shield, and it is seldom that I
have ever had so heavy a shock. Both our lances flew into a thousand
pieces, as though they had been made of straw. Mine opponent's horse
was forced back upon his haunches, and he was like to lose his seat.
But he did recover himself with such dexterity as did show him to be a
knight of great ability. I had scarce time in which to draw my sword
ere he was upon me, hacking at my head so rapidly as to take all my
time, and the use of all my knowledge, in defending myself. Round and
round we rode, striking furiously at each other, which blows we guarded
with equal quickness. Neither had any advantage, as we seemed to be
both of nearly equal strength and skill. After forcing him closely he
at length began to give ground, though whether from necessity or guile
I do not know. I aimed a terrible blow at his head; he caught it upon
the hilt of his sword. The force of the blow was so great that my
weapon was broken in two, and I was unarmed. Verily I thought mine end
had come, and that I should never see the Lady Hazel again. To my
surprise the knight called out, in French, something to the effect that
we should meet again, and rode off.
[Illustration: "Both our lances flew into a thousand pieces."]
"That accounts for it," said I; "he is a Frenchman; and had he been a
Scotchman, I had now been a corpse."
The enemy was now commencing to give way in places; yet the fight was
still a goodly one.
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