Many standing on the walls shouted that the gates should be thrown open; but Sir John returned for answer that he must consult the countess, and that upon her answer must depend whether he and his men would defend the breach until the last.
"Come with me, Walter," he said, "we must fain persuade the countess.

If she says no, we Englishmen will die in the breach; but though ready to give my life for so brave a lady, I own that it is useless to fight longer.

Save our own little band not one in the town will lift a sword again.

Such resistance as we can offer will but inflame them to fury, and all the horrors of a sack will be inflicted upon the inhabitants.
There she is, poor lady, on the turret, gazing, as usual, seaward." Suddenly they saw her throw up her arms, and then, turning towards the city, she cried, as she perceived the English knight: "I see them! I see them! The English fleet are coming!" "Run up, Walter," Sir John exclaimed, "maybe the countess is distraught with her sorrows." Walter dashed up to the turret, and looking seaward beheld rising over the horizon a number of masts.
"Hurrah! Sir John," he shouted, "we are saved, the English fleet is in sight." Many others heard the shout, and the tidings ran like lightning through the town.

In wild excitement the people ran to the battlements and roofs, and with cheering and clapping of hands hailed the appearance of the still far-distant fleet.