When they returned to the captured camp, every article of luxury was gone.

The vessels of gold and silver, which the Patriarch of Aquileia and many of the other nobles had brought to grace the revels of their king, were now in the hands of their rough victors, who brandished the precious goblets in the air, crying, "Death to the spoilers of Suabia!" The purple curtains, torn into shreds, were trailed in the clotted gore and dust.

Before many minutes the pillage was as complete as the surprise.

When nothing remained to slay or plunder, the barons gave the signal to retreat, and they recrossed the ice.

Had they remained an instant longer, Henry IV would have fallen into their hands; for hardly had they left, before the monarch, flying from the battle-field, conducted by a guide named Louis, entered his ruined camp.
The battle was over when the detachment reached the scene of action.
Folkmar, governor of Prague, had fallen, Henry had fled, and the Bohemians were routed with prodigious slaughter.