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���A place has been reserved for me on a fine and fanciful erection in St. Paul���s churchyard and there I waited for the procession. It seemed a long time but at last a dull booming sound arose in the distance and after a while we saw the banners and the head of the procession come into view, and heard the muffled roar of voices that welcomed it. The roar came continuously towards us, growing steadily louder and louder, and stronger and stronger, and with it the bray and crash of music; and presently it was right with us and seemed to roll over us and submerge us and stun us and deafen us���and behold, there was the proof of Agincourt passing by. ���All the multitude was standing up red faced, frantic, bellowing, shouting, the tears running down their faces; and through the storm of waving hats and handkerchiefs one glimpsed at the battle banners and the drifting host of marching men as through a dimming flurry of snow. ���The King���tall, slender, handsome���rode with his visor up that all might see his face. He was clad in silver armor from head to heel, and his great two-handed sword at his side, his battleaxe at his pommel, his shield upon his arm, and about his helmet waved and tossed a white mass of stuffy plumes. On either side of him rode the captive dukes, plumed like himself, but wearing long crimson satin gowns over their armor. After these came the French Marshal, similarly habited. After him followed the 500 French knights, with robes of various colors over their armor; and with each two rode two English knights, sometimes robed in various colors, sometimes in white, HYLAND 10