with him many an English dame,” says Froissart, “wives of earls, and barons, and knights, and burghers, of London, who were off to Ghent to see the Queen of England, whom for a long time past they had not seen; and King Edward guarded them carefully.”  “For many a long day,” said he, “have I desired to fight those fellows, and now we will fight them, please God and St. George; for, verily, they have caused me so many displeasures, that I would fain take vengeance for them, if I can but get it.”  On arriving off the coast of Flanders, opposite Ecluse (or Sluys), he saw “so great a number of vessels that of masts there seemed to he verily a forest.”  He made his arrangements forthwith, “placing his strongest ships in front, and manoeuvring so as to have the wind on the starboard quarter, and the sun astern.  The Normans marvelled to see the English thus twisting about, and said, ’They are turning tail; they are not men enough to fight us.’” But the Genoese buccaneer was not misled.  “When he saw the English fleet approaching in such fashion, he said to the French admiral and his colleague, Behuchet, ’Sirs, here is the King of England, with all his ships, bearing down upon us:  if ye will follow my advice, instead of remaining shut up in port, ye will draw out into the open sea; for, if ye abide here, they, whilst they have in their favor sun, and wind, and tide, will keep you so short of room, that ye will be helpless and unable to manoeuvre.’  Whereupon answered the treasurer, B6huchet, who knew more about arithmetic than sea fights, ’Let him go hang, whoever shall go out:  here will we wait, and take our chance.’  ‘Sir,’ replied Barbavera, ’if ye will not be pleased to believe me, I have no mind to work my own ruin, and I will get me gone with my galleys out of this hole.’  “And out he went, with all his squadron, engaged the English on the high seas, and took the first ship which attempted to board him.  But Edward, though he was wounded in the thigh, quickly restored the battle.  After a gallant resistance, Barbavera sailed off with his galleys, and the French fleet found itself alone at grips with the English.  The struggle was obstinate on both sides; it began at six in the morning of June 24, 1340, and lasted to midday.  It was put an end to by the arrival of the re-enforcements promised by the Flemings to the King of England.  “The deputies of Bruges,” says their historian, “had employed the whole night in getting under way an armament of two hundred vessels, and, before long, the French heard echoing about them the horns of the Flemish mariners sounding to quarters.”  These latter decided the victory, Behuchet, Philip of Valois’ treasurer, fell into their hands; and they, heeding only their desire of avenging themselves for the devastation of Cadsand (in 1337), hanged him from the mast of his vessel “out of spite to the King of France.”  The admiral, Hugh Quieret, though he surrendered, was put to death; “and with him perished so great a number of men-at-arms that the sea was dyed with blood on this coast, and the dead were put down at quite thirty thousand men.”