<h2><SPAN name="Chapter_IV" id="Chapter_IV"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Chapter IV.</span></h2>
<h2><span class="smcap">The Battle of Poictiers.</span></h2>
<p class="center">A.D. 1356-1360</p>
<div class="sidenote">The Black Prince sets out for France.</div>
<p class="n"><span style="float:left;font-size:50px;line-height:32px;padding-top:2px;padding-bottom:1px;">I</span><span style="margin-left:0%;">n</span> process of time, Philip, the King of France, against whom these
wars had been waged, died, and John succeeded him. In the course of
the reign of John, the Black Prince, when he was about twenty-five
years of age, set out from England, at the head of a large body of
men, to invade France on the southern and western side. His first
destination was Gascony, a country in the southern part of France,
between the Garonne, the Pyrenees, and the sea.<SPAN name="FNanchor_D_4" id="FNanchor_D_4"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_D_4" class="fnanchor">[D]</SPAN></p>
<p>From London he went to Plymouth, where the fleet had been assembled in
which he was to sail. He was accompanied on his march by an immense
number of nobles and barons, all splendidly equipped and armed, and
full of enthusiastic expectations of the glory which they were to
acquire in serving in such a campaign, under so famed and brilliant a
commander.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Plymouth.</div>
<p>The fleet which awaited the army at Plymouth consisted of three
hundred vessels. The expedition was detained for a long time in the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104"></SPAN></span>port, waiting for a fair wind and good weather. At length the
favorable time arrived. The army embarked, and the ships set sail in
sight of a vast assemblage, formed by people of the surrounding
country, who crowded the shores to witness the spectacle.</p>
<div class="sidenote">The ships of those days.</div>
<p>The ships of those times were not large, and, judging from some of the
pictures that have come down to us, they were of very odd
construction. On the adjoining page is a copy of one of these
pictures, from an ancient manuscript of about this time.</p>
<p>These pictures, however, are evidently intended rather as <i>symbols</i> of
ships, as it were, than literally correct representations of them.
Still, we can deduce from them some general idea of the form and
structure actually employed in the naval architecture of those times.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i099.jpg" class="smallgap" width-obs="500" height-obs="334" alt="ANCIENT REPRESENTATION OF ENGLISH SHIPS." title="" /> <span class="caption">ANCIENT REPRESENTATION OF ENGLISH SHIPS.</span></div>
<div class="sidenote2">The prince ravages the country.</div>
<p>Prince Edward's fleet had a prosperous voyage, and his army landed
safely in Gascony. Soon after landing he commenced his march through
the country to the eastward, pillaging, burning, and destroying
wherever he went. The inhabitants of the country, whom the progress of
his march thus overwhelmed with ruin, had nothing whatever to do with
the quarrel between his father and the King of France. It made very
little difference to them under whose <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107"></SPAN></span>reign they lived. It is not at all unlikely that far the greater
portion of them had never even heard of the quarrel. They were quietly
engaged in their various industrial pursuits, dreaming probably of no
danger, until the advance of this army, coming upon them mysteriously,
no one knew whither, like a plague, or a tornado, or a great
conflagration, drove them from their homes, and sent them flying about
the country in all directions in terror and despair. The prince
enjoyed the credit and the fame of being a generous and magnanimous
prince. But his generosity and magnanimity were only shown toward
knights, and nobles, and princes like himself, for it was only when
such as these were the objects of these virtues that he could gain
credit and fame by the display of them.</p>
<p>In this march of devastation and destruction the prince overran all
the southern part of France. One of his attendants in this campaign, a
knight who served in the prince's household, in a letter which he
wrote back to England from Bordeaux, gave the following summary of the
results of the expedition:</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="blockquot"><p class="oldeng">"My lord rode thus abroad in the countrie of his enimies
eight whole weekes and rested not past eleven daies in all
those places where he came. And know it for certeine that
since this warre began against the French king, he had
never such losse or destruction as he hath had in this
journie; for the countries and good townes which were wasted
in this journie found to the King of France everie yeare
more to the maintainance of his warre than half his realme
hath doon beside, except, &c."</p>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i104.jpg" class="smallgap jpg" width-obs="358" height-obs="500" alt="CAMPAIGN OF POICTIERS." title="" /> <span class="caption">CAMPAIGN OF POICTIERS.</span></div>
<div class="sidenote2">Progress of the Black Prince.<br/>The country laid
waste.</div>
<p>After having thus laid waste the southern coast, the prince turned his
course northward, toward the heart of the country, carrying
devastation and destruction with him wherever he came. He advanced
through Auvergne and Berri, two provinces in the central part of
France. His army was not very large, for it consisted of only about
eight thousand men. It was, however, very compact and efficient, and
the prince advanced at the head of it in a very slow and cautious
manner. He depended for the sustenance of his soldiers on the supplies
which he could obtain from the country itself. Accordingly, he moved
slowly from town to town, so as not to fatigue his soldiers by too
long marches, nor exhaust them by too frequent battles. "When he was
entered anie towne," says the old chronicler, "that was sufficientlie
stored of things necessarie, he would tarrie there two or three daies
to refresh his soldiers and men of warre, and when they dislodged they
would strike out the heads of the wine vessels, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_111" id="Page_111"></SPAN></span>and burne the wheat, oats, and barlie, and all other things which they
could not take with them, to the intent that their enimies should not
therewith be sustained and nourished."</p>
<div class="sidenote">The King of France comes to meet the Black Prince.</div>
<p>At length, while the prince was advancing through the province of
Berri, and approaching the River Loire, he learned that the King of
France, John, had assembled a great army at Paris, and was coming down
to meet him. Large detachments from this army had already advanced as
far as the banks of the Loire, and all the important points on that
river had been taken possession of, and were strongly guarded by them.
The king himself, at the head of the main force, had reached Chartres,
and was rapidly advancing. The prince heard this news at a certain
castle which he had taken, and where he had stopped some days to
refresh his men.</p>
<p>A council of war was held to determine what should be done. The
prevailing voice at this council was in favor of not attempting to
cross the Loire in the face of such an enemy, but of turning to the
westward toward the province of Poitou, through which a way of retreat
to the southward would be open in case a retreat should be necessary.
The prince determined to accept this advice, and so he put his army in
motion toward the town of Romorantin.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_112" id="Page_112"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="sidenote">Ambuscade near Romorantin.</div>
<p>Now the King of France had sent a detachment of his troops, under the
command of three famous knights, across the Loire. This detachment
consisted of about three hundred horsemen, all armed from head to
foot, and mounted on swift chargers. This squadron had been hovering
in the neighborhood of the English army for some days, watching for an
opportunity to attack them, but without success. Now, foreseeing that
Edward would attempt to enter Romorantin, they pushed forward in a
stealthy manner to the neighborhood of that town, and placed
themselves in ambush at the sides of a narrow and solitary gorge in
the mountains, through which they knew the English must necessarily
pass.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Reconnoitring party.<br/>The English troop
surprised.</div>
<p>On the same day that the French knights formed this ambush, several of
the commanders in Edward's army asked leave to take a troop of two
hundred men from the English army, and ride forward to the gates of
the town, in order to reconnoitre the place, and ascertain whether the
way was clear for the main body of the army to approach. Edward gave
them permission, and they set forward. As might have been expected,
they fell into the snare which the French knights had laid for them.
The Frenchmen remained quiet and still in their <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_113" id="Page_113"></SPAN></span>hiding-places, and
allowed the English to pass on through the defile. Then, as soon as
they had passed, the French rushed out and galloped after them, with
their spears in their rests, all ready for a charge.</p>
<div class="sidenote">The French surprised in their turn.</div>
<p>The English troop, hearing the sound of the galloping of horses in the
road behind them, turned round to see what was coming. To their
dismay, they found that a troop of their enemies was close upon them,
and that they were hemmed in between them and the town. A furious
battle ensued. The English, though they were somewhat fewer in number
than the French, seem to have been made desperate by their danger, and
they fought like tigers. For a time it was uncertain which way the
contest would turn, but at length, while the victory was still
undecided, the van of the main body of the English army began to
arrive upon the ground. The French now saw that they were in danger of
being overpowered with numbers, and they immediately began to retreat.
They fled in the direction of the town. The English followed them in a
headlong pursuit, filling the air with their shouts, and with the
clanking of their iron armor as the horses galloped furiously along.</p>
<div class="sidenote">The French retreat to the castle.</div>
<p>At length they reached the gates of the town, and the whole throng of
horsemen, pursuers <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_114" id="Page_114"></SPAN></span>and pursued, pressed in together. The French
succeeded in reaching the castle, and, as soon as they got in, they
shut the gates and secured themselves there, but the English got
possession of the town. As soon as Edward came in, he sent a summons
to the people in the castle to surrender. They refused. Edward then
ordered his men to prepare for an assault on the following day.</p>
<p>Accordingly, on the following day the assault was made. The battle was
continued all day, but without success on the part of the assailants,
and when the evening came on Edward was obliged to call off his men.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_116" id="Page_116"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i110.jpg" class="smallgap" width-obs="500" height-obs="315" alt="STORMING OF THE CASTLE OF ROMORANTIN." title="" /> <span class="caption">STORMING OF THE CASTLE OF ROMORANTIN.</span></div>
<div class="sidenote2">The castle besieged.</div>
<p>The next morning, at a very early hour, the men were called to arms
again. A new assaulting force was organized, and at sunrise the
trumpet sounded the order for them to advance to the attack. Prince
Edward himself took the command at this trial, and by his presence and
his example incited the men to make the greatest possible efforts to
batter down the gates and to scale the walls. Edward was excited to a
high degree of resentment and rage against the garrison of the castle,
not only on account of the general obstinacy of their resistance, but
because, on the preceding day, a squire, who was attendant upon him,
and to whom he was strongly <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117"></SPAN></span>attached, was killed at his side by a stone hurled from the castle
wall. When he saw this man fall, he took a solemn oath that he would
never leave the place until he had the castle and all that were in it
in his power.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Crossing the ditch.</div>
<p>But, notwithstanding all the efforts of his soldiers, the castle still
held out. Edward's troops thronged the margin of the ditch, and shot
arrows so incessantly at the battlements that the garrison could
scarcely show themselves for an instant on the walls. Finally, they
made hurdles and floats of various kinds, by means of which large
numbers succeeded, half by swimming and half by floating, to get
across the ditch, and then began to dig in under the wall, while the
garrison attempted to stop their work by throwing down big stones upon
their heads, and pots of hot lime to eat out their eyes.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Engines.<br/>The castle taken.</div>
<p>At another part the besiegers constructed great engines, such as were
used in those days, in the absence of cannon, for throwing rocks and
heavy beams of wood, to batter the walls. These machines also threw a
certain extraordinary combustible substance called Greek fire. It was
this Greek fire that, in the end, turned the scale of victory, for it
caught in the lower court of the castle, where it burned so furiously
that it baffled all the efforts of the besieged to <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118"></SPAN></span>extinguish it, and
at length they were compelled to surrender. Edward made the principal
commanders prisoners, but he let the others go free. The castle itself
he utterly destroyed.</p>
<div class="sidenote">King John and his four sons.</div>
<p>Having thus finished this work, Edward resumed his march, passing on
to the westward through Touraine, to avoid the French king, who he
knew was coming down upon him from the direction of Chartres at the
head of an overwhelming army. King John advanced to the Loire, and
sending different detachments of his army to different points, with
orders to cross at any bridges that they could find, he himself came
to Blois, where he crossed the river to Amboise, and thence proceeded
to Loches. Here he learned that the English were moving off to the
westward, through Touraine, in hopes to make their escape. He set off
after them at full speed.</p>
<p>He had four sons with him in his army, all young men. Their names were
Charles, Louis, John, and Philip.</p>
<p>At length the two armies began to approach each other near the town of
Poictiers.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Attempt of the Pope's legate to make peace.</div>
<p>In the mean time, while the crisis had thus been gradually
approaching, the Pope, who was at this time residing at Avignon in
France, sent one of his cardinals to act as intercessor between <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119"></SPAN></span>the
belligerents, in hopes of bringing them to a peace. At the time when
the two armies had drawn near to each other and the battle seemed
imminent, the cardinal was at Poictiers, and just as the King of
France was marshaling his troops in the order of battle, and preparing
for the onset, the cardinal, at the head of his suite of attendants,
galloped out to the king's camp, and, riding up to him at full speed,
he begged him to pause a moment that he might speak to him.</p>
<p>The king gave him leave to speak, and he thus began:</p>
<p>"Most dear sire," said he, "you have here with you a great and
powerful army, commanded by the flower of the knighthood of your whole
kingdom. The English, compared with you, are but a handful. They are
wholly unable to resist you. You can make whatever terms with them you
please, and it will be far more honorable and praiseworthy in you to
spare their lives, and the lives of your gallant followers, by making
peace with them on such terms as you may think right, without a
battle, than to fight with them and destroy them. I entreat you,
therefore, sire, that before you proceed any farther, you will allow
me to go to the English camp to represent to the prince the <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_120" id="Page_120"></SPAN></span>great
danger he is in, and to see what terms you can make with him."</p>
<p>"Very well," replied the king. "We have no objection. Go, but make
haste back again."</p>
<div class="sidenote">Negotiations of the Pope's legate.<br/>The English
camp.</div>
<p>The cardinal immediately set off, and rode with all speed into the
English camp. The English troops had posted themselves at a spot where
they were in a great measure concealed and protected among hedges,
vineyards, and groves. The cardinal advanced through a narrow lane,
and came up to the English prince at last, whom he found in a
vineyard. The prince was on foot, and was surrounded by knights and
armed men, with whom he was arranging the plan of the battle.</p>
<p>The prince received the cardinal very graciously, and heard what he
had to say. The cardinal represented to him how overwhelming was the
force which the King of France had brought against him, and how
imminent the danger was that he and all his forces would be totally
destroyed in case of a conflict, and urged him, for the sake of
humanity as well as from a proper regard for his own interest, to
enter into negotiations for peace.</p>
<p>Prince Edward replied that he had no objection to enter into such
negotiations, and that he was willing to accept of terms of peace,
provided <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_121" id="Page_121"></SPAN></span>his own honor and that of his army were saved.</p>
<p>The cardinal then returned to the King of France, and reported to him
what the prince had said, and he entreated the king to grant a truce
until the next morning, in order to afford time for the negotiations.</p>
<div class="sidenote">The cardinal obtains a truce.</div>
<p>The knights and barons that were around the king were very unwilling
that he should listen to this proposal. They were fierce for the
battle, and could not brook the idea of delay. But the cardinal was so
urgent, and he pleaded so strongly and so eloquently for peace, that,
finally, the king yielded.</p>
<p>"But we will not leave our posts," said he. "We will remain on the
ground ready for the onset to-morrow morning, unless our terms are
accepted before that time."</p>
<div class="sidenote">The king's pavilion.</div>
<p>So they brought the royal tent, which was a magnificent pavilion of
red silk, and pitched it on the field for the king. The army were
dismissed to their quarters until the following day.</p>
<div class="sidenote">King John's demands.<br/>Prince Edward will not
yield to them.</div>
<p>The time when this took place was early in the morning. The day was
Sunday. During all the rest of the day the cardinal was employed in
riding back and forth between the two armies, conveying proposals and
counter-proposals, and doing all in his power to effect an
arrangement. <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_122" id="Page_122"></SPAN></span>But all his efforts were unsuccessful. King John
demanded that four of the principal persons in Edward's army should be
given up unconditionally to his will, and that the whole army should
surrender themselves as prisoners of war. This Prince Edward would not
consent to. He was willing, he said, to give up all the French
prisoners that he had in custody, and also to restore all the castles
and towns which he had taken from the French. He was also willing to
bind himself for seven years not to take up arms against the King of
France. But all this did not satisfy John. He finally offered that, if
the prince would surrender himself and one hundred knights as
prisoners of war, he would let the rest of the army go free, and
declared that that was his ultimatum. Prince Edward positively refused
to accept any such conditions, and so the cardinal, greatly
disappointed at the failure of his efforts, gave up the case as
hopeless, and returned with a sad and sorrowful heart to Poictiers.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Story of the two knights.<br/>Coats of arms.</div>
<p>An anecdote is related in this connection by one of the ancient
chroniclers, which illustrates curiously some of the ideas and manners
of those times. During the course of the day, while the truce was in
force, and the cardinal was going back and forth between the two
armies, parties <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_123" id="Page_123"></SPAN></span>of knights belonging to the two encampments rode out
from time to time from their own quarters along the lines of the
enemy, to see what was to be seen. In these cases they sometimes met
each other, and held conversation together, both parties being bound
in honor by the truce not to commit any act of hostility. There was a
certain English knight, named Sir John Chandos, who in this way met a
French knight named Clermont. Both these knights were mounted and
fully armed. It was the custom in those days for each knight to have
something peculiar in the style of his armor to distinguish him from
the rest, and it was particularly the usage for each one to have a
certain device and motto on his shield, or on some other conspicuous
position of his clothing. These devices and mottoes are the origin of
the <i>coats of arms</i> in use at the present day.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Quarrel between the two knights.</div>
<p>It happened that the device of these two knights was nearly the same.
It consisted of a representation of the Virgin Mary embroidered in
blue, and surrounded by a radiance of sunbeams. Clermont, on
perceiving that the device of Chandos was so similar to his own,
called out to him when he came near, demanding,</p>
<p>"How long is it, sir, since you have taken the liberty to wear my
arms?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_124" id="Page_124"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"It is you yourself who are wearing mine," said Chandos.</p>
<p>"It is false," replied Clermont; "and if it were not for the truce, I
would soon show you to whom that device rightfully belongs."</p>
<p>"Very well," replied Chandos. "To-morrow, when the truce is over, you
will find me on the field ready to settle the question with you by
force of arms."</p>
<p>With that the angry noblemen parted, and each rode back to his own
lines.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Preparations for the battle.</div>
<p>Early on Monday morning both armies prepared for battle. The cardinal,
however, being extremely unwilling to give up all hope of preventing
the conflict, came out again, at a very early hour, to the French
camp, and made an effort to renew the negotiations. But the king
peremptorily refused to listen to him, and ordered him to be gone. He
would not listen, he said, to any more pretended treaties or
pacifications. So the cardinal perceived that he must go away, and
leave the armies to their fate. He called at Prince Edward's camp and
bade him farewell, saying that he had done all in his power to save
him, but it was of no avail. He then returned to Poictiers.</p>
<div class="sidenote">English position.<br/>The horses and the barbed
arrows.</div>
<p>The two armies now prepared for battle. The King of France clothed
himself in his royal armor, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_125" id="Page_125"></SPAN></span>and nineteen of his knights were armed in
the same manner, in order to prevent the enemy from being able to
single out the king on the field. This was a common stratagem employed
on such occasions. The English were strongly posted on a hill side,
among vineyards and groves. The approach to their position was through
a sort of lane bordered by hedges. The English archers were posted
along these hedges, and when the French troops attempted to advance,
the archers poured such a shower of barbed arrows into the horses'
sides, that they soon threw them into confusion. The barbed arrows
could not be withdrawn, and the horses, terrified with the stinging
pain, would rear, and plunge, and turn round upon those behind them,
until at length the lane was filled with horses and horsemen piled
together in confusion. Now, when once a scene of confusion like this
occurred upon a field of battle, it was almost impossible to recover
from it, for the iron armor which these knights wore was so heavy and
so cumbersome, that when once they were unhorsed they could not mount
again, and sometimes could not even rise, but writhed and struggled
helplessly on the ground until their squires came to relieve them.</p>
<div class="sidenote">The English victorious.<br/>Fate of the king's
sons.</div>
<p>The battle raged for many hours, but, contrary <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_126" id="Page_126"></SPAN></span>to the universal
expectation, the English were every where victorious. Whether this was
owing to the superior discipline of the English troops, or to the
reckless desperation with which their situation inspired them, or to
the compact disposition that the prince had made of his forces, or to
the shelter and protection afforded by the trees, and hedges, and
vines, among which they were posted, or to the superior talents of the
Black Prince as a commanding officer, or to all these causes combined,
it is impossible to say. The result was, however, that the French were
every where overcome, thrown into confusion, and put to flight. Three
of the French king's sons were led off early from the field, their
attendants excusing their flight by their anxiety to save the princes
from being taken prisoners or put to death. A large squadron were
driven off on the road to Poictiers. The inhabitants of Poictiers,
seeing them coming, shut the gates to keep them out, and the horsemen,
pursuers and pursued, became jammed together in a confused mass at the
gates, and on the causeway leading to them, where they trampled upon
and killed each other by hundreds. In every other direction, too,
detached portions of the two armies were engaged in desperate
conflicts, and the air was filled with <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_127" id="Page_127"></SPAN></span>the clangor of arms, the notes
of the trumpets, the shouts of the victors, and the shrieks and groans
of the wounded and dying.</p>
<div class="sidenote">The victory announced to the prince.</div>
<p>At length Sir John Chandos, who had fought in company with Prince
Edward all the day, advanced to the prince, and announced to him that
he thought the battle was over.</p>
<p>"Victory!" said he, "victory! The enemy is beaten and driven wholly
off the ground. It is time to halt and to call in our men. They are
getting greatly scattered. I have taken a survey of the ground, and I
do not see any where any French banners flying, or any considerable
bodies of French troops remaining. The whole army is dispersed."</p>
<div class="sidenote">The men called in.</div>
<p>So the king gave orders to halt, and the trumpets blew the signal for
the men to cease from the pursuit of their enemies, and to gather
again around the prince's banner. They set up the banner upon a high
bush, near where the prince was standing, and the minstrels, gathering
around it, began to play in honor of the victory, while the trumpets
in the distance were sounding to recall the men.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Gathering at the prince's tent.</div>
<p>The officers of the prince's household brought the royal tent, a
beautiful pavilion of crimson silk, and pitched it on the spot. They
brought wine, too, and other refreshments; and as the <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_128" id="Page_128"></SPAN></span>knights, and
barons, and other noble warriors arrived at the tent, the prince
offered them refreshments, and received their congratulations on the
great deliverance which they had achieved. A great many prisoners were
brought in by the returning knights to be held for ransom.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Two barons sent to look for the king.<br/>The King
of France and his son taken prisoners.<br/>Quarrel about
them.</div>
<p>While the knights and nobles were thus rejoicing together around the
prince's tent, the prince asked if any one knew what had become of the
King of France. No one could answer. So the prince dispatched two
trusty barons to ride over the field and see if they could learn any
tidings of him. The barons mounted their horses at the door of the
pavilion and rode away. They proceeded first to a small hillock which
promised to afford a good view. When they reached the top of this
hillock, they saw at some distance a crowd of men-at-arms coming along
together at a certain part of the field. They were on foot, and were
advancing very slowly, and there seemed to be some peculiar excitement
among them, for they were crowding and pushing each other in a
remarkable manner. The truth was, that the men had got the King of
France and his youngest son Philip in their possession, and were
attempting to bring them in to the prince's tent, but were quarreling
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_129" id="Page_129"></SPAN></span>among themselves as they came along, being unable to decide which of
them was entitled to the custody of the prisoners. The barons
immediately put spurs to their horses, and galloped down the hill to
the spot, and demanded what was the matter. The people said that it
was the King of France and his son who had been made prisoners, and
that there were no less than ten knights and squires that claimed
them. These men were wrangling and contending together with so much
violence and noise that there was danger that the king and the young
prince would be pulled to pieces by them. The king, in the mean time,
was entreating them to be quiet, and begging them to deal gently with
them, and take them at once to Prince Edward's tent.</p>
<p>"Gentlemen, gentlemen," said he, "I pray you to desist, and conduct me
and my son in a courteous manner to my cousin the prince, and do not
make such a riot about us. There will be ransom enough for you all."</p>
<p>The contending knights and barons, however, paid little heed to these
words, but went on vociferating, "It is <i>I</i> that took him."</p>
<p>"I tell you he is <i>my</i> prisoner."</p>
<p>"No, no, <i>we</i> took him. Let him alone. He belongs to <i>us</i>."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_130" id="Page_130"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="sidenote">The two barons take possession of the prisoners.</div>
<p>The two barons pressed their horses forward into the midst of the
crowd, and drove the knights back. They ordered them all, in the name
of the prince, to let go the prisoners and retire, and they threatened
to cut down on the spot any man who refused to obey. The barons then
dismounted, and, making a profound reverence before the king, they
took him and his son under their protection, and conducted them to the
prince's tent.</p>
<p>The prince received the royal prisoners in the kindest and most
respectful manner. He made a very low obeisance to the king, and
treated him in every respect with the utmost consideration. He
provided him with every thing necessary for his comfort, and ordered
refreshments to be brought, which refreshments he presented to the
king himself, as if he were an honored and distinguished guest instead
of a helpless prisoner.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Denys.<br/>His previous adventures.</div>
<p>Although there were so many English knights and barons who claimed the
honor of having made the King of France prisoner, the person to whom
he really had surrendered was a French knight named Denys. Denys had
formerly lived in France, but he had killed a man in a quarrel there,
and for this crime his property had been confiscated, and he had been
banished <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_131" id="Page_131"></SPAN></span>from the realm. He had then gone to England, where he had
entered into the service of the king, and, finally, had joined the
expedition of the Prince of Wales. This Denys happened to be in the
part of the field where the King of France and his son Philip were
engaged. The king was desperately beset by his foes, who were calling
upon him all around in English to surrender. They did not wish to kill
him, preferring to take him prisoner for the sake of the ransom. The
king was not willing to surrender to any person of inferior rank, so
he continued the struggle, though almost overpowered. Just then Denys
came up, and, calling out to him in French, advised him to surrender.
The king was much pleased to hear the sound of his own language, and
he called out,</p>
<p>"To whom shall I surrender? Who are you?"</p>
<p>"I am a French knight," said Denys; "I was banished from France, and I
now serve the English prince. Surrender to me."</p>
<p>"Where is the prince?" said the king. "If I could see him I would
speak to him."</p>
<p>"He is not here," said Denys; "but you had better surrender to me, and
I will take you immediately to the part of the field where he is."</p>
<div class="sidenote">The king's surrender to him.</div>
<p>So the king drew off his gauntlet, and gave <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_132" id="Page_132"></SPAN></span>it to Denys as a token
that he surrendered to him; but all the English knights who were
present crowded around, and claimed the prisoner as theirs. Denys
attempted to conduct the king to Prince Edward, all the knights
accompanying him, and struggling to get possession of the prisoner by
the way. It was while the contention between Denys and these his
competitors was going on, that the two barons rode up, and rescued the
king and his son from the danger they were in.</p>
<hr class="medium" />
<div class="sidenote3">Prince Edward makes a supper for his prisoners.</div>
<p>That night Prince Edward made a sumptuous supper for the king and his
son. The tables were spread in the prince's pavilion. The greater part
of the French knights and barons who had been taken prisoners were
invited to this banquet. The king and his son, with a few French
nobles of high rank, were placed at an elevated table superbly
appointed and arranged. There were side tables set for the squires and
knights of lower degree. Prince Edward, instead of seating himself at
the table with the king, took his place as an attendant, and served
the king while he ate, notwithstanding all the entreaties of the king
that he would not do so. He said that he was not worthy to sit at the
table of so great a king and of so valiant <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_133" id="Page_133"></SPAN></span>a man as the king had
shown himself to be that day.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Generous demeanor of the prince.</div>
<p>In a word, in all his demeanor toward the king, instead of triumphing
over him, and boasting of the victory which he had achieved, he did
every thing in his power to soothe and assuage the fallen monarch's
sorrow, and to diminish his chagrin.</p>
<p>"You must not allow yourself to be dejected, sire," said he, "because
the fortune of war has turned against you this day. By the manner in
which you acquitted yourself on the field, you have gained
imperishable renown; and though, in the decision of divine Providence,
the battle has gone against you for the moment, you have nothing
personally to fear either for yourself or for your son. You may rely
with perfect confidence upon receiving the most honorable treatment
from my father. I am sure that he will show you every attention in his
power, and that he will arrange for your ransom in so liberal and
generous a spirit that you and he will henceforth become warm and
constant friends."</p>
<div class="sidenote">Disposition of the prisoners.</div>
<p>This kind and respectful treatment of his prisoners made a very strong
impression upon the minds of all the French knights and nobles, and
they were warm in their praises of the magnanimity <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_134" id="Page_134"></SPAN></span>of their
victorious enemy. He treated these knights themselves, too, in the
same generous manner. He liberated a large number of them on their
simple promise that they would send him the sums which he named
respectively for their ransoms.</p>
<div class="sidenote">English prisoners.<br/>Douglas's extraordinary escape from his captors.</div>
<p>Although Edward was thus, on the whole, victorious in this battle,
still many of the English knights were killed, and quite a number were
taken prisoners and carried off by the French to be held for ransom.
One of these prisoners, a Scotch knight named Douglas, made his escape
after his capture in a very singular manner. He was standing in his
armor among his captors late in the evening, at a place at some
distance from the field, where the French had taken him and some other
prisoners for safety, and the French were about to take off his armor,
which, from its magnificence, led them to suppose that he was a person
of high rank and importance, as he really was, and that a grand ransom
could be obtained for him, when another Scotch knight, named Ramsay,
suddenly fixing his eyes upon him, pretended to be in a great rage,
and, advancing toward him, exclaimed,</p>
<p>"You miserable wretch! How comes it that you dare to deck yourself out
in this way in <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_135" id="Page_135"></SPAN></span>your master's armor? You have murdered and robbed him,
I suppose. Come here and pull off my boots."</p>
<p>Douglas understood at once Ramsay's design, and so, with pretended
tremblings, and looks of guilt and fear, he came to Ramsay and pulled
off one of his boots. Ramsay took up the boot and struck Douglas upon
the head with it. The other English prisoners, wondering, asked Ramsay
what he meant.</p>
<p>"That is Lord Douglas," said they.</p>
<p>"Lord Douglas?" repeated Ramsay, in a tone of contempt. "No such
thing. It is his servant. He has killed his master, I suppose, and
stolen his armor." Then, turning to Douglas and brandishing the boot
over him again, he cried out,</p>
<p>"Off with you, you villain! Go and look over the field, and find your
master's body, and when you have found it come back and tell me, that
I may at least give him a decent burial."</p>
<p>So saying, he took out forty shillings, and gave the money to the
Frenchmen as the ransom of the pretended servant, and then drove
Douglas off, beating him with the boot and saying,</p>
<p>"Away with you! Begone!"</p>
<p>Douglas bore this all very patiently, and went <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_136" id="Page_136"></SPAN></span>away with the air of a
detected impostor, and soon got back safely to the English camp.</p>
<hr class="medium" />
<div class="sidenote3">Prince Edward conveys the King of France to London.</div>
<p>After the battle of Poictiers Prince Edward moved on toward the
westward with his army, taking with him his royal prisoners, and
stopping at all the large towns on his way to celebrate his victory
with feastings and rejoicings. At last he reached Bordeaux on the
coast, and from Bordeaux, in due time, he set sail with his prisoners
for London. In the mean time, news of the victory, and of the coming
of the King of France as prisoner to England, had reached London, and
great preparations were made there for the reception of the prince.
The prince took a fleet of ships and a large force of armed men with
him on the voyage, being afraid that the French would attempt to
intercept him and rescue the prisoners. The King of France and his
suite had a ship to themselves. The fleet landed at a place called
Sandwich, on the southern coast of England, and then the cortége of
the prince proceeded by slow journeys to London.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Entrance into London.</div>
<p>The party was received at the capital with great pomp and parade.
Besides the cavalcades of nobles, knights, and barons which came out
to meet them, all the different trades and companies of London
appeared in their respective <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_137" id="Page_137"></SPAN></span>uniforms, with flags and banners, and
with the various emblems and insignia of their several crafts. All
London flocked into the streets to see the show.</p>
<div class="sidenote">Magnanimous treatment of the prisoner.</div>
<p>One would have supposed, however, from the arrangements which Prince
Edward made in entering the city, that the person whom all this pomp
and parade was intended to honor was not himself, but the king his
captive; for, instead of riding at the head of the procession in
triumph, with the King of France and his son following as captives in
his train, he gave the king the place of honor, while he himself took
the station of one of his attendants. The king was mounted on a white
charger very splendidly caparisoned, while Prince Edward rode a small
black horse by his side. The procession moved in this way through the
principal streets of the city to a palace on the banks of the river at
the West End, which had been fitted up in the most complete and
sumptuous manner for the king's reception. Soon after this, the King
of England, Prince Edward's father, came to pay his captive cousin a
visit, and, though he retained him as a captive, he treated him in
other respects with every mark of consideration and honor.</p>
<p>The King of France and his son remained captives in England for some
time. The king <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_138" id="Page_138"></SPAN></span>and the queen treated them with great consideration.
They often visited King John at his palace, and they invited him to
the most sumptuous entertainments and celebrations made expressly to
do him honor.</p>
<div class="sidenote">The war ended.<br/>The king ransomed.</div>
<p>In the mean time, the war between England and France still went on.
Many battles were fought, and many towns and castles were besieged and
taken. But, after all, no great progress was made on either side, and
at length, when both parties had become wearied and exhausted in the
struggle, a peace was concluded, and King John, having paid a suitable
ransom for himself and for those who were with him, was allowed to
return home. He had been in captivity for about five years.</p>
<hr class="medium" />
<div class="sidenote3">Prince Edward's renown.<br/>Edward the heir
apparent to the crown.</div>
<p>The conduct of Prince Edward at the battles of Crecy and of Poictiers,
in both which contests the English fought against an immense
superiority of numbers, and the great eclat of such an achievement as
capturing the French king, and conducting him a prisoner to London,
joined to the noble generosity which he displayed in his treatment of
his prisoners, made his name celebrated throughout the world. Every
body was sounding the praises of the Black Prince, the heir apparent
to the English throne, and <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_139" id="Page_139"></SPAN></span>anticipating the greatness and glory to
which England would attain when he should become king.</p>
<p>This was an event which might occur at any time, for King Edward his
father was drawing gradually into the later years of life, and he
himself was now nearly forty years of age.</p>
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