So now were the English in Les Tourelles between two fires.
Another strange sight I saw, for in that swift and narrow stream which the drawbridge spanned whereby the English fled was moored a great black barge, its stem and stern showing on either side of the bridge.

Boats were being swiftly pulled forth from it into the stream, and as I gazed, there leaped up through the dark one long tongue of fire.

Then I saw the skill of it, namely, to burn down the drawbridge, and so cut the English off from all succour.

Fed with pitch and pine the flame soared lustily, and now it shone between the planks of the drawbridge.

On the stone platform of the boulevard, wherein the drawbridge was laid, stood a few English, and above them shone the axe of a tall squire, Glasdale, as it fell on shield and helm of the French.