My father's court will receive us yet, and perchance we may in time learn to forget that we were ever princes and sovereigns." Strange words, indeed, from the haughty and warlike Margaret; but at that moment her proud spirit seemed crushed and broken, and it was young Edward who answered her with words of hope and courage.
"Nay, mother," he said, "let it not be said of the House of Plantagenet that they turned their backs upon the foe, and fled disgracefully, leaving their followers to butchery and ruin.

It might have been well for us never to have disturbed again the peace of this realm; but having summoned to our banner the loyal adherents of the Red Rose, it is not for us to fly to safety, and leave them to the wrath and cruelty of Edward.

No; one battle--one defeat--does not lose us our cause.

My father lives; shall we leave him to linger out his days in hopeless captivity?
I live; have I not the right to strike a blow for the crown to which I was born?
"Courage, sweet mother.

You are a king's daughter.