On them he rained shafts from his great black bow, for Grey Dick never shot without an aim, and after the battle one of his marked arrows was found fixed in the throat of the blind king of Bohemia.
This second charge could not be stayed.

Step by step the English knights were beaten back; the line of archers was broken through; his guard formed round the Prince, Hugh among them.

Heavy horses swept on to them.
Beneath the hoofs of one of these Hugh was felled, but, stabbing it from below, caused the poor beast to leap aside.

He gained his feet again.

The Prince was down, a splendid knight--it was the Count of Flanders--who had sprung from his horse, stood over him, his sword point at his throat, and called on him to yield.