Katie and William where in front of the whole Scottish army. They exchanged cool glances.
"If we die, I'll see you in hell, Katie," said William.
"I'll be damned if you do!" she coursed back merrily.
"Steady!" shouted William. "Hold…Hold…"
"Now!" called Katie.
100 14 foot spears snapped up together in straight unison. The first line of men braced their spears at an angle three feet above the ground and the men behind them braced theirs at five feet up. And the men behind them braced at seven feet.
The momentum of the English Knights carried them right into the spears at a suicidal force. Knights and horses alike where impaled on the long spears. The sounds and screams of the dying men and horses echoed across the battlefield and almost drowned out the bagpipes.
Katie dropped her spear and stood up. She was drenched in blood but she drew her sword and dove over the wall of dead horses and men. William and his men where right behind her. They where far more mobile than the Knights.
The field ran with blood.
Katie faced the English commander, Talmadge. "Here I am, English coward! Come and get this bitch!" Her eyes where glowing like blue coals of fire and she shook her sword, flinging blood and gore all around her.
Talmadge's eyes narrowed. "Press the men across!" Then he himself rode across the bridge.
Katie grabbed William. "Here he comes."
William grinned and turned to Hamish. "Tell Mornay to ride to the flank and cross upstream. Tell him to make sure the English see him ride away!"
Katie watched the English infantry move across the small bridge. She waited until she was sure the English had seen the mounted Scottish men leave. She looked at William. "Ready?"
"Ready as hell!"
They charged down the hill and blocked the bridge with such force that the English began loosing men at an alarming rate. The English tried to form up, but the Scottish horsemen came crashing down into them from behind.
And then the Scottish soldiers tasted something Scots hadn't tasted in a hundred years: victory.
Katie and William looked around. Bodies where strewn about the field, soldiers where lying there where they had been impaled and the bridge was slick with blood. Suddenly, they heard a great noise and they turned.
The Scottish soldiers where chanting. "Wal-lace! Wal-lace! Wal-lace!"