Hedyn held an old sheet iron helmet and a mail tunic up in the starlight to see them better. The breast of the mail bore a ragged hole and the heavy links were sticky. It took a moment for Hedyn to realize it was soaked in drying blood. "A bascinet and hauberk?" he asked. "Aye, you shall need these before this night is done.." . . " Treachery, disease, hunger, and death plague their steps as King Henry's men near their fateful battle with the French army at Agincourt. Eager to see the world that lies beyond his small Cornish village, 12 year old Hedyn, son of an archer and serf, is thrilled...