20 Ch. 20 Edward II - Pontefract, 1322 Lancaster and Hereford. In union with the Bruce. I had suspected it even before the aborted siege on Berwick. Now I knew. Hugh Despenser and I rode at the head of a large contingent past Baghill and through the south gate of Pontefract. The morning had dawned in rare brilliance. Even the flies, it seemed, were too content to be a bother. “I feel ... omnipotent – like Zeus throwing lightning bolts to smite my enemies.” I glanced at Hugh beside me. “Is that blasphemous of me to say?” “It is.” His mouth curved into a wicked smile. “But what a glorious feeling it must be. They defied you, Edward. They’ll now receive their due: Lancaster, Mortimer –” “Phhh, the queen insisted on sparing his life. Went to her knees. Tears, wailing like a –” “Mortimer? Why?” “Because he gave himself up willingly.”
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