In the first hour of the night there was seen in the sky over Uxbridge a pillar of fire the size of a small boat, pallid, and livid in color. It rose from the south, crossed the sky with a slow and grave motion, and went north. Out of the front of the pillar, a fervent red flame burst forth with great beams of light. Its speed increased, and it flew thro’ the air...Many beholders saw it in collision, and there came blows as of a fearful combat, and sounds of crashes were heard at a distance.
On the fourth day of November, in the first hour of the night, in the western area outside the city of London, near the village of Ruystebrugge (Uxbridge?), many miraculous signs appeared in the sky to onlookers. For a fiery funeral pyre of the size and form of a small ship, pale and grayish in color however, rose up from the south, crossed the sky with a slow and ponderous motion, and turned its path to the north. From this burning pyre burst forth a different very hot fire of red color and a greater magnitude, though proceeding from a form not dissimilar, sowing flames and running off through the air with great fury. And by turns approaching each other, with their numerous collisions a dire battle commenced, from which battle echoing sounds were heard by observers from a great distance, though it was not possible to discern the form of any living things whatsoever. Thus fighting among themselves for a long time, the northern pyre defeated the southern pyre, and the defeated one escaped to the south, from which it had come, taking a long time, and it was no longer visible. But the northern pyre, on the shore from which it was departing, at once kept itself back.