In spite of armour and mail many serious wounds had been inflicted, and some of the combatants had already been carried senseless from the field.

Some of the assailants had been much shaken by being thrown backward from the ladders into the moat, one or two were hurt to death; but as few tourneys took place without the loss of several lives, this was considered but a small amount of damage for so stoutly fought a melee, and the knowledge that many were wounded, and some perhaps dying, in no way damped the enthusiasm of the spectators, who cheered lustily for some minutes at the triumph which the city had obtained.

In the galleries occupied by the ladies and nobles of the court there was a comparative silence.
But brave deeds were appreciated in those days, and although the ladies would far rather have seen the victory incline the other way, yet they waved their handkerchiefs and clapped their hands in token of their admiration at the success of an assault which, at the commencement, appeared well-nigh hopeless.
Lord Talbot rode up to the front of the royal pavilion.
"I was about to stop the fight, sire, when you gave the signal.

Their blood was up, and many would have been killed had the combat continued.
But the castle was fairly won, the central tower was taken and the flag pulled down, a footing had been gained at another point of the wall, and the assailants had forced their way through the sally-port.

Further resistance was therefore hopeless, and the castle must be adjudged as fairly and honourably captured." A renewed shout greeted the judge's decision.