"The knights, the knights!" came the cry among the men-at-arms and archers as a horn was blown across the gap between woods and the front line of the French army advanced, some fifteen thousand knights and light cavalry with considerable armor and weaponry. The chess pieces were set and now all we had to do was wait until it was the King's turn to move his piece on the board, hoping to checkmate the French once and for all.

The horses thundered mightily towards our line, armor gleaming in the sunlight and the banners of their houses raises high. Their metal clinked loudly and cries were shouted, and I noticed that the cavalry alone outnumbered our ranks of infantry. A small wave of fear flushed through my body as the knights continued their charge, weapons brandished, but i quenched the timidness and remembered the King's strategy: Trust the bows. Trust the bows.

To ignore the shaking I felt underneath my armor, I looked at the cavalry and recognized some nobles' coats-of-arms upon their pennants attached to the lances: The Dukes of Bar, Brabant, Alencon, and Orleans were all there, as well as the famous Marshal Boucicaut. We had all heard of these great nobles, and the wave of fear returned, now that it was obvious some of the greatest warriors and strategists in Europe had joined this horde.

Around half of the French army were the cavalry charging our lines, yet the standard of the King was held on high and the Duke of York gave a cry of "God, the King, and Saint George!" as the men-at-arms raised their swords and spears to greet the French and our archers took arrows from the row before them. I turned to Robert, who was standing leaning on his axe next to me, and asked, "Do you think we'll make it?'

Robert smiled and lifted his axe, spitting on the blade and rubbing it to make the axehead shine. "We'll never know 'til the time comes! This does seem like a good way to die, though!" For a moment, I noticed how beautiful the French knights were, their horses streaming by with long mains and feathered helms, bannered lances, and shining armor. It was truly a heavenly sight.

Until the arrows fell down, and it was hell.