Gradually he recovered consciousness; and as he saw the indications of triumph in the faces of his friends, heard the words of assurance that he had gained the victory, and witnessed the Russian banners all over the field, floating above the dead bodies of the Tartars, in a transport of joy he folded his hands upon his breast, closed his eyes and breathed forth a fervent, grateful prayer to God.

The princes stood silently and reverently by, as their sovereign thus returned thanks to Heaven.
Joy operated so effectually as a stimulus, that the prince, who had been stunned, but not seriously wounded, mounted his horse and rode over the hard-fought field.

Though thousands of the Russians were silent in death, the prince could count more than four times as many dead bodies of the enemy.

According to the annals of the time, a hundred thousand Tartars were slain on that day.

Couriers were immediately dispatched to all the principalities with the joyful tidings.