ABSTRACT
The troops of King Edward lay overpowered with wine. Elated with victory, they had drank largely, the royal pavilion setting them the example; for though Edward was temperate, yet, to flatter his recovered friends the inordinate Buchan and Soulis, he had allowed a greater excess that night, than he was accustomed to sanction. The banquet over, every knight retired to his tent, every soldier to his pallet, and a deep sleep lay upon every man. The king himself, whose many thoughts had long kept waking, now fell into a slumber.
