“Here is Agincourt. Remember the famous battle? Longbows and all that?”. William nodded, while looking around him. “That will take place here in three days time”. Willy stopped, let go of her hand and stared at her, doubt written all over his face. “Oh yes, it is October 22nd, 1415. The French will come from that side and the British from over there. Watch… it is the 25th… now!”
Instantly, there were dead and dying men all around them and arrows were falling from the sky like rain. Men were screaming in pain with horrific injuries. “Help me, sister, please! I beseech you, for the love of God, please help me!”. The French soldier raised an arm towards Sarah, but was pierced by two more arrows as he spoke and died instantly.
“He, he, he could see you!” stammered Willy, covering his head wi
