The Sluggish Stream Runs to Northward Towards Flanders

We turned then queen of tournaments northward towards flanders. And thence right up to the walls of paris, we scoured the country. But each hour of this adventurous march has seen us closer and more closely beset. The burgher levies of amien are mustering thick upon our right and behind gods. They have gathered from every corner of his vassal realm an hundred thousand footmen and 20 thousand horse a score of perjured princes make his false quarrel doubly false by bearing witness to it. We are but a handful, four thousand men at arms, all native to the english shires. This will surprise her no more than to see a weathercock go round