"That man hath good sense. My Lady of Wartmont will not lose her son."
"But the leech did it not," said Guy. "More was done by the thickness of yonder cloven breastplate. He will need long rest."
So did the army, but the king gave it no more than was needful. Before the close of that day all knew that the King of France himself had been taken, and that the war had no more great battles in it.
All news was brought to Richard by his friends, for among them came Earl Warwick and Sir Geoffrey and the Earl of Arundel, and many another whose coming was high honor to the young Knight of Wartmont.
Only the third day thence, and Richard stood almost firmly upon his feet, for Sir John Chandos entered the room.
"The king," he said, "and with him is the prince."
In a moment more it was to Richard as if he had gained sudden strength, for before him stood the two royal warriors.
"Nay, man, sit thee down!" commanded the king; but the Black Prince stepped forward and grasped his hand.
"I heard thee, Richard Neville," he said most graciously—"I heard thee in the fray, when thou didst bid thy men fight on and die with thee and me. I will trust thee!"
The king had looked kindly into Richard's face, and now he spoke again: