Agincourt
A Novel
Chapter One
The River Aisne swirled slow through a wide valley edged
with low wooded hills. It was spring and the new leaves
were a startling green. Long weeds swayed in the river
where it looped around the city of Soissons.
The city had walls, a cathedral, and a castle. It was a
fortress that guarded the Flanders road, which led north
from Paris, and now it was held by the enemies of
France. The garrison wore the jagged red cross of
Burgundy and above the castle flew the gaudy flag of
Burgundy's duke, a flag that quartered the royal arms of
France with blue and yellow stripes, all of it badged
with a rampant lion.
The rampant lion was at war with the lilies of France,
and Nicholas Hook understood none of it. "You don't need
to understand it," Henry of Calais had told him in
London, "on account of it not being your goddam
business. It's the goddam French falling out amongst
themselves, that's all you need to know, and one side is
paying us money to fight, and I hire archers and I send
them to kill whoever they're told to kill. Can you
shoot?"
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