Sir Henry fixed his lance in position and thundered towards the pretender to the Scottish throne. His confidence must have been immense.
The Bruce didn't even have a sword. He was merely brandishing an old-fashioned war axe, perched upon his insubstantial, little horse. Henry, himself, was mounted on a seasoned, large warhorse, and he was heavily armed.
From the periphery of their vision, both men must have seen the other Scottish generals screaming at their leader to take cover. But Sir Henry de Bohun was gaining ground way too fast for that.
Robert the Bruce calmed his palfrey and sat still. Even as the English knight closed in, the Bruce did not shift an inch.
Then, at the last possible moment, when it seemed that the lance would skewer him into oblivion, the Bruce's palfrey moved aside. The lance's deadly point penetrated thin air and unbalanced Sir Henry in his seat.
But the knight was a professional and experienced in both tourney and war. He recovered swiftly.
Not fast enough. In those seconds of confusion, Robert the Bruce brought his war-axe down, with such a force that it cut through Sir Henry's helmet like a knife in butter. Nor did it stop at his skull.
Sir Henry de Bohun was dead before he hit the ground.