His face was pale with excitement--perhaps with a touch of fear.

He remembered the fight at Agincourt, and the wound received there, the captivity and weary waiting for release.
"How will it end, my General, how will it end ?" he said, and I heard his words and her reply, for I was riding close behind.
"Have you good spurs, M.de Duc ?" she asked, with one flashing smile showing the gleam of white teeth.
"Ah Ciel!" he cried in dismay; "then shall we fly before them ?" "Not so," she answered; "but they will fly so fast before us that we shall need good spurs to keep up with them!" And so, indeed, it was.

Perhaps it was the sight of the elan of the French troops, perhaps the fear of the White Witch, perhaps because taken at unawares and in confusion, but the English for once made no stand.

Fastolffe and his men, on the outer skirts of the force, rode off at once in some order, heading straight for Paris, but the braver and less prudent Talbot sought, again and again, to rally his men, and bring them to face the foe.
But it was useless.

The rout was utter and complete.