The Wars of the Roses; or, Stories of the Struggle of York and LancasterEdgar, John G. (John George)
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The Wars of the Roses; or, Stories of the Struggle of York and Lancaster
Edgar, John G. (John George)
Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485
It was Easter Sunday, in the year 1471, and the battle of Barnet had
been fought. Exeter lay stretched among the dead and the dying on the
blood-stained heath of Gladsmuir; Oxford was spurring toward the north;
Somerset was escaping toward the west; Henry of Windsor had been led
back to his prison in the Tower; the bodies of Warwick and Montagu were
being conveyed in one coffin to St. Paul's; and Edward of York was at
the metropolitan cathedral, offering his standard upon the altar, and
returning thanks to GOD for his victory over the Red Rose of Lancaster
and the flower of the ancient nobility, when Margaret of Anjou once
more set foot on the shores of England. Nor, in circumstances so
inauspicious, did she arrive as a solitary victim. Accompanied by
the son of the captive king and the daughter of the fallen earl, and
attended by Lord Wenlock, Sir John Fortescue, and the Prior of St.
John's, came the Lancastrian queen on that day when the wounded were
dying, and the riflers prying, and the ravens flying over the field of
Barnet.
At Weymouth, on the coast of Devon, Margaret landed with the Prince and
Princess of Wales. From Weymouth, the ill-starred queen was escorted to
the Abbey of Cearne, a religious house in the neighborhood. While at
Cearne, resting from the fatigues of her voyage, she was informed of
the defeat of the Lancastrians and the death of Warwick.
Margaret had hitherto, through all perils and perplexities, been
sustained by her high spirit. She had won the reputation of being one
of the race of steel, who felt her soul brighten in danger, and who
never knew fear without such a feeling being succeeded by a blush at
having yielded to such weakness. On hearing of the defeat at Barnet,
however, she evinced the utmost alarm, raised her hands to heaven,
closed her eyes, and, in a state of bewilderment, sunk swooning to the
ground. Her first idea, on recovering consciousness, was to return to
France; but, meanwhile, for the sake of personal safety, she hastened
to the Abbey of Beaulieu, in Hampshire, and registered herself and
her whole party as persons availing themselves of the privilege of
sanctuary.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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