An Overview of the Wars of the Roses Part Two

There must have been a certain empathy between Margaret and Mary. They were both Queen Consorts of British countries, both mothers of young and vulnerable royal children, and they mixed in the same circles as young women back in France.

Moreover, it was in the interests of Scotland to have the English embroiled in a civil war. Particularly if one party was here, cap in hand, looking for aid. 

Mary drove a hard bargain before she would commit troops.  For a start, the border between England and Scotland was about to change again. Berwick upon Tweed was now back on the Scottish side. In return, Margaret secured a safe place for little Edward in the Scottish nursery, and around 18,000 soldiers to take south.

Just to seal the deal, Prince Edward was betrothed to Princess Margaret, sister to the juvenile King James III.

Of course, none of this could occur without whispers of it reaching the York court in London. Richard of York immediately prepared for the on-coming conflict.  His son, Edward, Earl of March, was sent with a large army into Wales, thus to stop the Welsh joining Margaret's Scottish forces.  The Earl of Warwick was dispatched to raise more militia. 

Richard himself, accompanied by the Earl of Salisbury, gathered the rest of the English army and marched north.  They eventually reached Sandal Castle, in Wakefield, and waited for the Lancastrians to reach them.

However, once Margaret arrived, it was very clear that Richard had underestimated the number that would be arrayed against him. The York side was out-numbered two to one.

He instantly sent word to both his son and the Earl of Warwick to hurry to Sandal Castle with their men.

What happened next was one of the most supremely stupid moments in British military history, that historians have fallen over themselves to find explanations for it.  Richard left the castle.  On December 30th 1460, he rode out onto Wakefield Green with only a fraction of his troops.

It's called the Battle of Wakefield.  It was more like a rout. Lancastrians first met, then surrounded the Duke of York.  He tried to retreat, yelling at his army to return to the castle, but that way was blocked.  He tried to push forward, but there was no way out over the River Calder either.

For half an hour, Richard fought in the middle of the melee, then a sword flew down and decapitated him where he stood.

(Incidentally, I've been there. Halfway down the lane from Sandal Castle, in the middle of a housing estate, there's a tiny memorial. It's supposed to mark the exact spot where the Duke of York's head stopped rolling downhill.)

While the York army was being demolished in the carnage, Richard of York's seventeen year old son attempted to escape.

Edmund, Earl of Rutland, actually managed to cross to the River Calder.  He must have thought he was approaching safety.  But John Clifford, a local Lancastrian baron, quickly caught up with him.  The teenager was executed. 

The Earl of Salisbury did get away, but Lancastrians tracked him down overnight and decapitated him too.

To seal the victory of Margaret of Anjou, the heads of York, Rutland and Salisbury were dipped in tar and displayed over Micklegate Bar in the city of York.  The Lancastrians were back in power.

Owen Tudor's army had been fighting with the Earl of Wiltshire over in France. They were exhausted before they even sailed home to Wales.

It was a mixed bag of soldiers.  In addition to Welsh levies from Pembroke and Carmarthenshire, there were mercenaries from France, Brittany and Ireland. While a hard core were battle-hardened, the vast majority were farm-workers, who'd never fought in their lives.

They had marched 110 miles in order to be there at Mortimer's Cross.  They were expecting to keep going, in order to meet Queen Margaret's army in Coventry. But first they would have to ford the River Lugg, and this was where Edward was waiting.

Amongst his levies were the famous Gwent archers.  Therefore it's little wonder that Owen Tudor commanded that his army stop and camp up, while he assessed the situation. This was going to be dangerous.

But, for a moment there, it seemed like divine intervention was going to do his job for him.

A parhelion is a natural phenomenon whereby multiple suns appear in the sky.  We know that it's formed by ice crystals high in the atmosphere, but this was 1461.  It had to be God.

On the morning of February 2nd (some say it was the 3rd), there were three suns hanging over the battle-field. It freaked just about everyone out, but it was the York army which looked ready to flee. The charismatic Edward immediately got creative.

He pointed out that the death of Edmund left three sons of York - himself, George and Richard. Ok, the latter two were just children, but this was still an omen. It was the Trinity shining on the House of York.

Edward apparently persuaded his Welsh levies, because the Gwent archers began reaching for their longbows.  Owen Tudor ordered his army into formation, but the inexperience of most of them quickly began to tell.

It's said that the River Lugg ran red with Welsh blood that day, as their compatriots rained arrows down upon them. 

Owen Tudor was captured and beheaded, though his son Jasper managed to get away. The Battle of Mortimer's Cross became a very decisive York victory, which stopped Margaret of Anjou receiving reinforcements for her push towards London.

On the morning of February 17th 1461 - having been tipped off by his scouts that the Lancastrians would reach them that day - Warwick had all of his beautiful defenses manned and the cannons ready for firing. They were all facing north, along the road that Margaret's army would have to travel.

Which is a bit of a shame really, because she actually arrived from the south-east.  Right behind them.

Having also received intelligence about the position of the Yorkists, Margaret had led her troops in a very wide berth around the city of St Albans. 

Two hundred men from the little town of Dunstable, led by a cleaver wielding butcher, had attempted to head them off.  It was a brave, but utterly doomed gesture; and the Lancastrians had over-whelmed the town to stay there overnight.

Now tens of thousands of Scots soldiers appeared on the exposed rear of the York army. It was pretty much a matter of time before Warwick sounded the retreat.  The Yorkists fled, admitting defeat for a total Lancastrian victory.

Behind them, they left Henry VI.  Apparently he spent the entire battle singing softly to himself, while sitting under a tree.  He'd been guarded by two York knights, who'd promised not to hurt him. When Warwick retreated, both knights went with him.

Margaret of Anjou was reunited with her husband the same day.

Margaret of Anjou should have had it all.  Her husband, King Henry VI, was in her possession.  She had a massive army and the road was now clear to London.  But what she hadn't reckoned upon was the Londoners.

From their point of view, the hard won Act of Accord had ended the brutal Wars of the Roses. Then their foreign queen had broken the peace. Moreover, she'd done so with a massive army of Scots!  (England and Scotland had spent several centuries fighting each other by this point.)

Said Scottish army had been looting and pillaging their way south of the River Trent (as per the agreement hashed out between Margaret of Anjou and Mary of Guelders). And now the queen wanted to lead her Scottish army into London.

She found the gates barred against her.  King in tow or not, she was NOT bringing a huge Scottish army into England's capital city.

Margaret didn't have the supplies for this. She could not camp outside London's walls for weeks on end. As she began the withdrawal north, towards the city of York, much of her army realized that the game was up. They broke away and marched back over the border, taking their plunder with them.

Meanwhile, the two bodies of the Yorkist army, headed by Edward and Warwick respectively, joined forces. When they appeared at London's gates, they found them opened wide.

The Earl of Warwick strode into Westminster and proclaimed his teenage companion to be their rightful monarch.  Though it was only five months since Parliament had refused to support the same declaration from Richard, Duke of York, the nobles were more amenable to the idea this time.

Which gives a measure of just how upset they were over Margaret's actions.

Hurriedly crowned Edward IV, the eighteen year old Plantagenet wasted no time in summoning the full strength of southern England to fight for him.  Fully aware that this was going on, Queen Margaret was doing the same in the north, on behalf of Henry VI.

King Edward led his forces north in terrible weather.  He'd managed to attract around 30,000 men.  Already in Yorkshire, the House of Lancaster got to choose the site of the battle. Approximately 35,000 men turned out for Henry.  They took the high ground near the village of Towton and waited.

What can be said about Towton?  It was not glorious.  There were no tricks.  No special events nor spectacular natural phenomena.  Both armies gave their all and they fought it in a blizzard.

The Lancastrians had to abandon the advantage of their high ground, when the wind and rain turned bitterly against them.  Their arrows were merely hitting the weather and flying back over their own infantry.

In the mire of a plateau, the fighting was indecisive for three long, brutal hours. There were no tactics.  Most of the time no-one would have been able to hear orders given anyway, over the clash of pikes and steel, and the relentless snow storm hammering down. The cry had gone out before the battle started, no quarter was to be given. People were there to kill or be killed, and the bodies were soon piled high.

Then, after three hours, the Duke of Norfolk finally arrived with fresh troops.  They entered the melee and gave the edge to the York side.

That was it, that was all.  By nightfall, most of the fighting had simmered down into isolated pockets battling on across the countryside. It was difficult to tell who precisely had won. Yet a rumor suddenly circulated that the Lancastrians had lost too much ground. Soldiers on the outskirts began to believe it and fled, starting a trickling stampede of deserters.

The later Tudor historian Polydore Vergil stated that the Battle of Towton lasted for ten hours. While I wouldn't generally trust anything that the Tudors said about Towton, there's no alternative timing provided by anyone.  There were certainly small skirmishes continuing well after dark, scattered for miles around.

And the dead and dying, everywhere.

A contemporary newsletter stated that 28,000 people died at Towton.  An eye-witness numbered it closer to 38,000.

Henry VI and Margaret of Anjou fled to Scotland, and Edward IV took the throne of England for the House of York.

Eager to make peace with the Scots, Edward IV had invited ambassadors down to a conference in York.  But the Scottish diplomats couldn't make it through Northumbria for fear of the Lancastrian loyalists holding out there.

Montagu (brother of the Earl of Warwick) was sent with a retinue of between 5-6,000 men to escort the representatives back to York.

He avoided an ambush by Sir Ralph Percy, as he passed by Newcastle, only to meet the combined Lancastrian forces of Percy, Somerset and three local lords on Hedgeley Moor. 

The battle was over quickly.  As soon as Montagu's York army advanced over the moor, the militia belonging to Lords Roos, Hungerford and Sir Ralph Grey just splintered and ran. They numbered about 2,000 all told.

Henry Beaufort, Duke of Somerset, realized that his cousin's army was now double the size of his own.  He too turned tail and fled the battlefield.

Only Sir Ralph Percy remained.  Had his grandfather, Henry 'Hotspur' Percy been successful at the Battle of Shrewsbury in 1403, then Sir Ralph might have been king himself by now.  During the Wars of the Roses, he'd changed sides so often that no-one was quite sure which he was on now. But he was fighting under a Lancastrian banner, so that decided it.

Horribly out-numbered, Sir Ralph Percy simply stayed and fought. It was so suicidal that all but his immediate household retainers soon fled. 

As Percy died, he yelled out the words, "I have saved the bird in my bosom."  His meaning is a mystery, which has never been solved.

On this occasion, the desertion proved even more problematic for Somerset, than it had at Hedgeley Moor.  The nature of the terrain meant that his division was now trapped with an exposed right flank, which Montagu quickly exploited.

Henry Beaufort, Duke of Somerset, was killed.  His men were herded into the aptly named Devil's Water nearby, where they were hacked to death or drowned in the river.  Its banks proved way too high for most to clamber out again.

Those Lancastrians who survived soon surrendered.  It was the last moment of resistance in the second round of the Wars of the Roses.

Incidentally, their royal family were close by.  Henry VI was spirited away as soon as the York army was sighted.  Somerset did not want to risk him being captured again.  For several months, he was on the run, dashing from one Lancastrian safe house to the next.

But, in 1465, he was finally seized in Clitheroe, Lancashire.  Henry VI was transported once more to the Tower of London, under the firm control of Edward IV.

Meanwhile, there is a local legend that Margaret of Anjou was also at Hexham. She hid with her now ten year old son, Edward, in a cave close to Devil's Water. While anxiously awaiting rescue, she was discovered by a robber, who stripped her of her wealth, but spared her life for the begging.

The cave exists.  It's now called Queen's Cave in recognition of the story.

However, it is just a legend.  There's plenty of historical evidence which proves that Margaret and Edward had long since sailed to France.  They sought sanctuary with the Dauphin and were received with open arms.

One last casualty of the Battle of Hexham was the war chest of Henry VI.  This was the money with which he paid his army, which left the battle under the arm of Sir William Tailboys.  He was soon captured and the Lancastrian funds taken by Montagu for York.

The Lancastrians had lost it all.

For those considering the odds, it probably seemed like the Cousins' War was finally over.  But no such luck.  Things were about to kick off into a third bout, through a most surprising turn of events.

The House of York was not as safe as it seemed on the throne of England and Wales.