"I can see the monk upon his crest, but the blazons of the others I cannot read.

They spy upon us, Sire; may we sally out and take them ?" "Nay," answered Edward, "their horses are fresher than ours; let them go, for pray God we shall see them closer soon." So the French knights, having stared their full, turned and rode away slowly.

But one of their squires did otherwise.

Dismounting from his horse, which he left with another squire to hold, he ran forward a few paces to the crest of a little knoll.

Thence he made gestures of contempt and scorn toward the English army, as he did so shouting foul words, of which a few floated to them in the stillness.
"Now," said Edward, "if I had an archer who could reach that varlet, I'll swear that his name should not be forgotten in England.