Wars Of The Roses: Bloodline: Book 3 (The Wars Of The Roses) - Plot & Excerpts
Despite that proud symbol, somehow Clifford sensed they made a pitiful group compared with the false king and his knights on the other bank. He could make out the banners of York as well as those of Warwick. There was no sign of Fauconberg or the colours of the Duke of Norfolk. Clifford felt his much smaller force was under similar scrutiny. He sat as tall as he could in his saddle. The oldest of his captains cleared his throat thoughtfully, leaning over to spit on the muddy ground. Corben was a wry, dark man, with deep lines cut into his cheeks and right around a mouth that some might have called sour. He was a veteran of twenty years’ service to the Clifford family and had known the baron’s father. ‘My lord, we might try a last handful of shafts dipped in oil and set afire. Now that the sun has risen. It will slow the work once again.’ Lord Clifford looked at him in pity, recalling why he had never considered putting the man forward to be knighted. ‘We do not want them delayed further, Captain Corben.
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