Sullenly and with many menacing gestures, that were replied to by shouts of derisive laughter from the English soldiers, the French army turned hack towards Abbeville, where they could cross the river at their leisure by the bridge which had been strongly fortified against Edward.  Careless confidence had lost Philip the advantage he might have gained through clever generalship; he was now to see what he could do by force of arms when he and Edward should stand face to face in their opposing hosts in the open field of battle.

CHAPTER XIII.  WINNING HIS SPURS.

“Tomorrow, good comrades in arms, we will show yon laggard King of what stuff English chivalry is made!” cried the young Prince of Wales, as he rose to his feet and held a bumper of wine high above his head.  “We have our spurs to win, and tomorrow shall be our chance.  Here is to the victory of the English arms!  May the mighty St. George fight upon our side, and bring us with glory and honour through the day!”

Every guest at the Prince’s table had leaped to his feet.  Swords were unsheathed and waved in wild enthusiasm, and a shout went up that was like one of triumph, as with one voice the guests around the Prince’s table drained their cups to the victory of the English cause, shouting with one voice, as if formulating a battle cry: 

“St. George and the Prince!  St. George and the Prince!”

In the English camp that night there were elation and revelry; not the wild carousing that too often in those days preceded a battle and left the soldiers unfit for duty, but a cheerful partaking of good and sufficient food before the night’s rest and ease which the King had resolved upon for his whole army, in preparation for the battle that could scarce be delayed longer than the morrow.

It was early on Thursday morning, the twenty-fourth day of August, that the ford of the Blanche Tache had been crossed.  Thursday and Friday had been spent by the English in skirmishing about in search of provisions, of which great abundance had been found, and in deciding upon the disposition of their troops in a favourable position for meeting the advance of the French.

The King had selected some wooded and rising ground in the vicinity of the then obscure little village of Crecy.  Then having made all his arrangements with skill and foresight, and having ordered that his men should be provided with ample cheer, and should rest quietly during the night, he himself gave a grand banquet to the leaders of his army; and the young Prince of Wales followed his father’s example by inviting to his own quarters some score of bold and congenial spirits amongst the youthful gentlemen who followed his father’s banner, to pass the time with them in joyous feasting, and to lay plans for the glory of the coming day.