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his yellow hide mottled with blood； bore him onward with the
others。 The French horsemen were now in full flight； but one
stern group of knights stood firm； like a rock in a rushing
torrent； beating off all； whether friend or foe； who tried to
break their ranks。 The oriflamme had gone； and so had the blue
and silver banner； but here were desperate men ready to fight to
the death。 In their ranks honor was to be reaped。 The Prince and
his following hurled themselves upon them； while the rest of the
English horsemen swept onward to secure the fugitives and to win
their ransoms。 But the nobler spirits … Audley； Chandos and the
others … would have thought it shame to gain money whilst there
was work to be done or honor to be won。 Furious was the wild
attack； desperate the prolonged defense。 Men fell from their
saddles for very exhaustion。
Nigel； still at his place near Chandos' elbow； was hotly attacked
by a short broad…shouldered warrior upon a stout white cob； but
Pommers reared with pawing fore feet and dashed the smaller horse
to the ground。 The falling rider clutched Nigel's arm and tore
him from the saddle； so that the two rolled upon the grass under
the stamping hoofs； the English squire on the top； and his
shortened sword glimmered before the visor of the gasping；
breathless Frenchman。
〃Je me rends！ je axe rends！〃 he panted。
For a moment a vision of rich ransoms passed through Nigel's
brain。 That noble palfrey； that gold…flecked armor； meant fortune
to the captor。 Let others have it！ There was work still to be
done。 How could he desert the Prince and his noble master for the
sake of a private gain？ Could he lead a prisoner to the rear when
honor beckoned him to the van？ He staggered to his feet； seized
Pommers by the mane； and swung himself into the saddle。
An instant later he was by Chandos' side once more and they were
bursting together through the last ranks of the gallant group who
had fought so bravely to the end。 Behind them was one long swath
of the dead and the wounded。 In front the whole wide plain was
covered with the flying French and their pursuers。
The Prince reined up his steed and opened his visor； whilst his
followers crowded round him with waving weapons and frenzied
shouts of victory。 〃What now； John！〃 cried the smiling Prince；
wiping his streaming face with his ungauntleted hand。 〃How fares
it then？〃
〃I am little hurt； fair lord； save for a crushed hand and a
spear…prick in the shoulder。 But you； sir？ I trust you have no
scathe？〃
〃In truth； John； with you at one elbow and Lord Audley at the
other； I know not how I could come to harm。 But alas！ I fear
that Sir James is sorely stricken。〃
The gallant Lord Audley had dropped upon the ground and the blood
oozed from every crevice of his battered armor。 His four brave
Squires … Dutton of Dutton； Delves of Doddington； Fowlhurst of
Crewe and Hawkstone of Wainhill … wounded and weary themselves；
but with no thought save for their master； unlaced his helmet and
bathed his pallid blood…stained face。
He looked up at the Prince with burning eyes。 〃I thank you； sir；
for deigning to consider so poor a knight as myself；〃 said he in a
feeble voice。
The Prince dismounted and bent over him。 〃I am bound to honor you
very much； James；〃 said he； 〃for by your valor this day you have
won glory and renown above us all； and your prowess has proved you
to be the bravest knight。〃
〃My Lord；〃 murmured the wounded man； 〃you have a right to say what
you please； but I wish it were as you say。〃
〃James；〃 said the Prince； 〃from this time onward I make you a
knight of my own household； and I settle upon you five hundred
marks of yearly income from my own estates in England。〃
〃Sir；〃 the knight answered； 〃God make me worthy of the good
fortune you bestow upon me。 Your knight I will ever be； and the
money I will divide with your leave amongst these four squires who
have brought me whatever glory I have won this day。〃 So saying
his head fell back； and he lay white and silent upon the grass。
〃Bring water！〃 said the Prince。 〃Let the royal leech see to him；
for I had rather lose many men than the good Sir James。 Ha；
Chandos； what have we here？〃
A knight lay across the path with his helmet beaten down upon his
shoulders。 On his surcoat and shield were the arms of a red
griffin。
〃It is Robert de Duras the spy；〃 said Chandos。
〃Well for him that he has met his end；〃 said the angry Prince。
〃Put him on his shield； Hubert； and let four archers bear him to
the monastery。 Lay him at the feet of the Cardinal and say that
by this sign I greet him。 Place my flag on yonder high bush；
Walter； and let my tent be raised there； that my friends may know
where to seek me。〃
The flight and pursuit had thundered far away； and the field was
deserted save for the numerous groups of weary horsemen who were
making their way back； driving their prisoners before them。 The
archers were scattered over the whole plain； rifling the
saddle…bags and gathering the armor of those who had fallen； or
searching for their own scattered arrows。
Suddenly； however； as the Prince was turning toward the bush which
he had chosen for his headquarters； there broke out from behind
him an extraordinary uproar and a group of knights and squires
came pouring toward him； all arguing； swearing and abusing each
other in French and English at the tops of their voices。 In the
midst of them limped a stout little man in gold…spangled armor；
who appeared to be the object of the contention； for one would
drag him one way and one another； as though they would pull him
limb from limb。 〃Nay； fair sirs； gently； gently； I pray you！〃 he
pleaded。 〃There is enough for all； and no need to treat me so
rudely。〃 But ever the hubbub broke out again； and swords gleamed
as the angry disputants glared furiously at each other。 The
Prince's eyes fell upon the small prisoner； and he staggered back
with a gasp of astonishment。
〃King John！〃 he cried。
A shout of joy rose from the warriors around him。 〃The King of
France！ The King of France a prisoner！〃 they cried in an ecstasy。
〃Nay； nay； fair sirs； let him not hear that we rejoice！ Let no
word bring pain to his soul！〃 Running forward the Prince clasped
the French King by the two hands。
〃Most welcome； sire！〃 he cried。 〃Indeed it is good for us that so
gallant a knight should stay with us for some short time； since
the chance of war has so ordered it。 Wine there！ Bring wine for
the King！〃
But John was flushed and angry。 His helmet had been roughly torn
off； and blood was smeared upon his cheek。 His noisy captors
stood around him in a circle； eying him hungrily like dogs who
have been beaten from their quarry。 There were Gascons and
English； knights； squires and archers； all pushing and straining。
〃I pray you； fair Prince； to get rid of these rude fellows；〃 said
King John； 〃for indeed they have plagued me sorely。 By Saint
Denis！ my arm has been well…nigh pulled from its socket。〃
〃What wish you then？〃 asked the Prince； turning angrily upon the
noisy swarm of his followers。
〃We took him； fair lord。 He is ours！〃 cr