Up ran Robert Fitzsimmon, the standard bearer, shouting: "To the son of the King! To the son of the King!" He struck down a knight with the pole of his standard.

Hugh sprang like a wild-cat at Louis of Flanders, and drove his sword through his throat.
Richard de Beaumont flung the great banner of Wales over the Prince, hiding him till more help came to beat back the foe.

Then the Prince struggled from the ground, gasping: "I thank you, friends," and once more the French retreated.

The Welsh banner rose again and that danger was over.
The Earl of Warwick ran up.

Hugh noted that his armour was covered with blood.
"John of Norwich," he cried to an aged knight, who stood leaning on his sword, "take one with you, away to the King and pray him for aid.