of "Condé! Condé!" arose, but we listened in vain for the reply of our
daring general.

"The Prince is down!" ran mournfully from man to man, and though some
fought on with intrepid bravery, the majority were thrown into disorder
by their leader's fall.

As for myself, I know not how the latter part of the battle went.
Half-stunned by a heavy blow on my helmet, I clung mechanically to my
horse, who carried me out of the press. As soon as my senses returned, I
drew rein and gazed across the plain. It presented a melancholy sight.
Here was a little band of wearied troopers spurring hard from the scene
of conflict; there a man, dismounted and wounded, staggering along
painfully, while some lay in the stillness of death. They had struck
their first and last blow.

The battle, if battle it could be called, was over; the victors were
busy securing their prisoners; nothing more could be done, and with a
heavy heart I turned reluctantly away. Removing my helmet so that the
fresh air might blow upon my aching temples, I rode on, picking up a
companion here and there, until at last we formed a troop some fifty
strong.

Hardly a word passed between us. We were angry, and ashamed; we had met
with a bitter defeat; our leader was down, and no man knew even if he
lived.

"Where is the Admiral?" I asked at last of the horseman at my side; "we
must find the Admiral."