Philip Augustus went down in the middle of his own battlefield, hooked from his saddle by the men of Renaud of Boulogne, a lord who had once been his friend and was now doing everything in his power to end him personally, in the mud, before the day could be decided any other way.
Alix was about twenty-one when she died, and Brittany passed to her little son. She had inherited it at roughly the age he was then. The man who had governed it through her went on governing it through him.