"The Turks were running away. ...
          Hearts thudding; parched with excitement, with heat, with relief, the knights followed. Not so fast that they overtook the main body of Ottomans, but fast enought to separate and squash each small company of stragglers, to gnaw at the slippered heels of the army until it slid into the sea.
          They had only begun this work when Nick Upton, visible only as shining red skin between the steel and steel of his helmet, gave a violent gasp and let all his plated bulk slither sideways, so that his horse stumbled and stopped. ...
          Sir Nicholas Upton of England died later that evening, in the white curtained bed in the hospital, his faced turned to the doors of the Chapel of the Most Holy Saint."