Laden with booty and crimsoned with the blood of their foes, the victors dispersed in every direction, burning and destroying, but encountering no resistance.

During the month they took fourteen cities, slaying all the inhabitants but such as they reserved for slaves.
The monarch, Georges, was still upon the banks of the Site, near where it empties into the Mologa, when he heard the tidings of the destruction of Moscow and Vladimir, and of the massacre of his wife and his children.

His eyes filled with tears, and in the anguish of his spirit he prayed that God would enable him to exemplify the patience of Job.

Adversity develops the energies of noble spirits.
Georges rallied his troops and made a desperate onset upon the foe as they approached his camp.

It was the morning of the 4th of March.