"Ha!" the duke was just saying, "have these hounds lost heart, pray?
I was told that we were about to get at them." Next day, the 22d of June, after a pelting rain and with the first gleams of the returning sun, the Swiss attacked the Burgundian camp.

A man-at-arms came and told the duke, who would not believe it, and dismissed the messenger with a coarse insult, but hurried, nevertheless, to the point of attack.

The battle was desperate; but before the close of the day it was hopelessly lost by the Burgundians.

Charles had still three thousand horse, but he saw them break up, and he himself had great difficulty in getting away, with merely a dozen men behind him, and reaching Merges, twelve leagues from Morat.

Eight or ten thousand of his men had fallen, more than half, it is said, killed in cold blood after the fight.