noon
To him , then , I leave it to tell how the rank of banneret was conferred on the gallant old Chandos , how the Prince prayed aloud for a blessing on his arms , how he gave the signal for the advance , and how the boaster , Tello , fled in the first encounter . The Lances of Lynwood , in the division of the Duke of Lancaster , well and gallantly did their part in the hard struggle with the brave band of French , whose resistance was not overcome till the Black Prince himself brought his reserved troops to the aid of his brother . With the loss of only one man-at-arms , the Lances of Lynwood had taken several prisoners . It was high noon , and the field was well-nigh cleared of the enemy , when Sir Reginald drew his rein at the top of a steep bank clothed with brushwood , sloping towards the stream of the Zadorra , threw up his visor , wiped his heated brow , and , patting his horse 's neck , turned to his brother , saying , `` You have seen sharp work in this your first battle-day , Eustace . '' `` It is a glorious day ! '' said Eustace . `` See how they hurry to the water . ''