'Wherefore, as for me, I am of opinion that we ought to give battle, and proceed to it discreetly, for we have to do with cunning folks and good fighters.

That there is peril in it is true; but one thing gives me comfort: the Spaniards for a year past have, in this Romagna, been always living like fish in the water, and are fat and full-fed; our men have had and still have great lack of victual, whereby they will have longer breath, and we have no need of ought else, for whoso fights the longest, to him will remain the 'field.'" The leaders of note in the army sided with the good knight, "and notice thereof was at once given to all the captains of horse and foot." The battle took place on the next day but one, April 11.

"The gentle Duke of Nemours set out pretty early from his quarters, armed at all points.

As he went forth he looked at the sun, already risen, which was mighty red.

'Look, my lords, how red the sun is,' said he to the company about him.