“Only what I learned as a child languishing in the Tower,” she answered. “I learned every account there ever was of Bosworth, for the blood that spilt there is the same that runs through my veins. And every battle of the Wars of the Roses…St. Albans, Northampton, that Wakefield ambush. Towton, Barnet and Tewkesbury, I know them as well as were I there myself.”
“Heads down!” Vogts warned. “They've loosed a flight. Look out!”
They scrambled into their ditches as the first hail of arrows darkened the sky.
“Good thing we're up here.” Vogts caught his breath. “Their shafts won't carry as far as ours. Look, most are falling short. Let 'em have it, men. See, look there.” He pointed. “Our shafts are finding their mark.”
“Towton! The battle of Towton!” Topaz's voice pierced the air.
“You alrea
