Suddenly the cavalry drew apart, and a battalion of infantry marched forward, and poured their fire into the Portuguese.
Terence felt that no more could be done.

His main body was safe from pursuit, and it would be but throwing away the lives of his brave fellows, did he continue the hopeless fight.

He therefore waved a white handkerchief, in token of surrender; shouted to his men to cease fire and, riding through them with sheathed sword, made his way to the officer who appeared to be in command of the cavalry.
[Illustration: 'We surrender, sir, as prisoners of war.'] "We surrender, sir," he said, "as prisoners of war.

We have done all that we could do." He could speak but a few words of French, but the officer understood him.
"You have done more than enough, sir," he said.

"Order your men to lay down their arms, and I will guarantee their safety." He ordered his cavalry to draw back and, riding up to the infantry, halted them.