One knocked arrow after another flies. A rain of fletch from bags and quivers. And French knights fall by the score. Archers hold the muddy field as surviving knights flee.
Emptied Quivers. The key to Henry V’s victory.
How English Longbows
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday #90: We’re all a-Quiver (pubtended by De Jackson)
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