It is a crisp December morn in 1472, and on a stubbled field near the Duke of Gloucester's castle at Pleshey in Essex, solid ranks of warriors confront each other. Above the castle flies the White Rose of the House of York; across the field the wind whips the Red Rose banners of Lancaster. A flight of Lancastrian arrows reaches Yorkist ranks and the battle is on. Sweaty long-bowmen in the front lines loose their shafts; behind them, -dismounted, armored knights prepare themselves. The field is alive with cries of pain and anger and the untidy flow of men.
The field is...
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