Soon Mstislaf appeared, leading his troops in solid phalanx, with waving banners and trumpet blasts, and surrounded the city.

In the night, a terrible conflagration burst forth within the city, and his soldiers entreated him to take advantage of the confusion for an immediate assault.

The magnanimous conqueror refused to avail himself of the calamity, and restrained the ardor of his troops.

The next morning, Georges despairing of any further defense, rode from the gates into the camp of Mstislaf.
"You are victorious," said he.

"Dispose of me and my fortunes as you will.