Well, by and by an adder bit a knight's heel; the knight forgot all about the order, and made a slash at the adder with his sword.

Inside of half a minute those two prodigious hosts came together with a crash! They butchered away all day.
Then the king--however, we have started something fresh since you left--our paper has." "No?
What is that ?" "War correspondence!" "Why, that's good." "Yes, the paper was booming right along, for the Interdict made no impression, got no grip, while the war lasted.

I had war correspondents with both armies.

I will finish that battle by reading you what one of the boys says: 'Then the king looked about him, and then was he ware of all his host and of all his good knights were left no more on live but two knights, that was Sir Lucan de Butlere, and his brother Sir Bedivere: and they were full sore wounded.

Jesu mercy, said the king, where are all my noble knights becomen?
Alas that ever I should see this doleful day.