By this time the allied armies had assembled; but it was too late.305 William hastened towards Namur.  He menaced the French works, first from the west, then from the north, then from the east.  But between him and the lines of circumvallation lay the army of Luxemburg, turning as he turned, and always so strongly posted that to attack it would have been the height of imprudence.  Meanwhile the besiegers, directed by the skill of Vauban and animated by the presence of Lewis, made rapid progress.  There were indeed many difficulties to be surmounted and many hardships to be endured.  The weather was stormy; and, on the eighth of June, the feast of Saint Medard, who holds in the French Calendar the same inauspicious place which in our Calendar belongs to Saint Swithin, the rain fell in torrents.  The Sambre rose and covered many square miles on which the harvest was green.  The Mehaigne whirled down its bridges to the Meuse.  All the roads became swamps.  The trenches were so deep in water and mire that it was the business of three days to move a gun from one battery to another.  The six thousand waggons which had accompanied the French army were useless.  It was necessary that gunpowder, bullets, corn, hay, should be carried from place to place on the backs of the war horses.  Nothing but the authority of Lewis could, in such circumstances, have maintained order and inspired cheerfulness.  His soldiers, in truth, showed much more reverence for him than for what their religion had made sacred.  They cursed Saint Medard heartily, and broke or burned every image of him that could be found.  But for their King there was nothing that they were not ready to do and to bear.  In spite of every obstacle they constantly gained ground.  Cohorn was severely wounded while defending with desperate resolution a fort which he had himself constructed, and of which he was proud.  His place could not be supplied.  The governor was a feeble man whom Gastanaga had appointed, and whom William had recently advised the Elector of Bavaria to remove.  The spirit of the garrison gave way.  The town surrendered on the eighth day of the siege, the citadel about three weeks later.306

The history of the fall of Namur in 1692 bears a close resemblance to the history of the fail of Mons in 1691.  Both in 1691 and in 1692, Lewis, the sole and absolute master of the resources of his kingdom, was able to open the campaign, before William, the captain of a coalition, had brought together his dispersed forces.  In both years the advantage of having the first move decided the event of the game.  At Namur, as at Mons, Lewis, assisted by Vauban conducted the siege; Luxemburg covered it; William vainly tried to raise it, and, with deep mortification, assisted as a spectator at the victory of his enemy.