The Wars of the Roses; or, Stories of the Struggle of York and LancasterEdgar, John G. (John George)
History
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
Margaret was fain to turn toward Berwick; but, undismayed by reverses,
she determined to persevere. Leaving her son in safety, and having
been joined by some English exiles and a body of Scots, she seized
the Castles of Bamburgh, Dunstanburgh, and Alnwick. While in Alnwick,
the strong-hold of the Percies, she was dismayed by intelligence of
Warwick's approach; and, after taking counsel with Brezé, retired to
her ships. As she put to sea, however, a storm arose, scattered her
little fleet, and wrecked the vessels bearing her money and stores on
the rocky coast of Northumberland. The queen was in the utmost danger;
but, having been placed on board a fishing-boat, she had the fortune,
in spite of wind and weather, to reach Berwick.
Warwick, meanwhile, approached with twenty thousand men; and Edward,
following, took up his quarters at Durham. The queen's French troops
fared badly. Five hundred of them, endeavoring to maintain themselves
on Holy Island, were cut to pieces; and the garrisons of the three
northern castles were soon in a desperate condition. Indeed, the
plight of the Lancastrians appeared so utterly hopeless, that Somerset
submitted to Edward, and, having been received into the king's favor,
fought against his old friends.
Becoming most anxious to save Brezé, who, within the Castle of Alnwick,
was reduced to extremity, Margaret applied to George Douglas, Earl of
Angus, to rescue the gallant Frenchman from the jeopardy in which
he was placed. "Madam," replied Angus, who was father of the famous
Bell-the-Cat, "I will do my utmost;" and, having crossed the Border
with a chosen band of spearmen, he broke through the ranks of the
besiegers and carried off the garrison in safety.
The prospects of the Lancastrians were now dismal. Margaret, however,
did not despair. Her courage was still too high--her spirit too
haughty--to give up the game, which she had hitherto played with so
little success. Being on the Scottish marches, she cultivated the
friendship of those chiefs whose spearmen were the plague of lordly
wardens and the terror of humble villagers.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account