never_promised

"It is a wonderful thing," he says slowly. Someone had taken the lists from him, but he remembers the essence of it well enough. "Ten thousand French, the greatest part of them princes, lords, knights, squires, gentlemen of quality. Five hundred who were dubbed knights but yesterday." He goes back to wiping his face. "Our losses number fewer than thirty. York and Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketly, a gentleman named Davy Gam. Some five-and-twenty others. --The French who ran from battle, they struck at our camp. There were none but boys there."