Chapter SevenIt was a battle unlike anything I had ever heard of before; a clash of cultures and of ideals, a full frontal, no hold-barred killing match between two forces that hated each other so much there was no thought of quarter or mercy, only the desire to hurt and maim and slaughter.
The armoured knights were first to charge, leaving their position in the centre of the Bishop's line to come at us. I saw the arrows bounce harmlessly from the plate armour, although one horse fell, and then the gallowglass retrieved their claymores and stepped forward even as the caterans, who I thought would be overmatched, crowded the flanking horsemen. I saw the cavalry ride down one group as the others closed, and then the fight was on us and I had to concentrate on my own front and ignore the oth
