They came to Warwick and told him the King's answer.
"My father speaks well," said the Prince.

"Let none share our glory this day! My lord, form up the lines, and when my banner is lifted thrice, give the word to charge.

Linger not, the dark is near, and either France or England must go down ere night." Forward rolled the French in their last desperate onset; horse and foot mingled together.

Forward they rolled almost in silence, the arrows playing on their dense host, but not as they did at first, for many a quiver was empty.

Once, twice, thrice the Prince's banner bowed and lifted, and as it rose for the third time there rang out a shout of: "Charge for St.George and Edward!" Then England, that all these long hours had stood still, suddenly hurled herself upon the foe.