The Battle of Hackham Heath Quotes

“The soldiers chuckled. One of them, a grizzled veteran, rose and walked over to where Duncan and his two senior officers were standing. He made a show of inspecting the ground, brushing aside a few twigs and rocks, then spread out a none-too-clean neckerchief and gestured for the King to sit. “There you go, my lord. Your royal bum should be comfortable there.” The”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Halt glanced down at his friend's belt quiver. Like his own, it was empty.
"Lost your arrows somewhere, did you?" he said, and the two of them laughed.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“High on the battlements, on one of the many turrets situated along the walls, Queen Deborah, the Queen Mother, handed the crossbow back to the sergeant standing beside her. He looked at her in admiration. She was gray-haired, and her face was lined and wrinkled. But she had just pulled off a remarkable shot at pretty much maximum range.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Hackham Heath was an open space covered with knee-high gorse, interspersed with clumps of taller bushes. It stretched for half a kilometer and on either side it was bounded by thick forest. The ground sloped upward, and at the beginning of the slope, the Slipsunder River ran in a huge U-shaped curve. The river widened at the semicircular curve, and the water shallowed, providing a ford. The army had crossed that spot the previous day. Around the ford, the banks were wet and muddy, but by no means impassable. To either side, in the arms of the U, the river ran among thick trees. It was narrower, but much deeper. And the current was fast and treacherous. The ford was the only point where it was possible to cross. The”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“He had no sense of compassion for the Wargals who had died for him. They were nothing more than a tool for him to use.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Morgarath watched, appalled, as twenty Rangers shot his attack to pieces.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Halt glanced down at the approaching Wargals. They were in one line, forging their way up the hill. They were clumsy and unbalanced in their marching, and from time to time one of them would stumble and fall.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“The men chorused their understanding. Halt studied them for a moment or two, making sure they had all grasped the idea. He didn’t want anyone to get carried away in the excitement of the moment and charge down on the massed ranks of Wargals. Cavalrymen did tend to get excited, he knew. But he could see from their faces that they all knew this was to be a feint. “All”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“A cook fire meant that water could be boiled”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Morgarath watched”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Realizing that he was unlikely to ever get the final word with his horse”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“He had no interest in fine clothes. Clothes were utilitarian as far as he was concerned. In cold weather”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Brogan.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“I think the ground will be good enough,” he said. Then, turning to the nearest group of soldiers, he asked with a grin: “What do you say, men? Is the ground soft enough for a royal backside?” The soldiers chuckled. One of them, a grizzled veteran, rose and walked over to where Duncan and his two senior officers were standing. He made a show of inspecting the ground, brushing aside a few twigs and rocks, then spread out a none-too-clean neckerchief and gestured for the King to sit. “There you go, my lord. Your royal bum should be comfortable there.” The others nearby joined in the laughter. Duncan grinned at him. “If it’s not, I’ll have you in the stocks later tonight,” he said. “We did bring the stocks, didn’t we, Sir David?” “I’m sure we did, sir,” David answered gravely.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Realizing that he was unlikely to ever get the final word with his horse, Halt let the matter drop.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“His method of making his way through the crowd was a simple one. He deviated neither to left nor right, but forged straight ahead, using his broad shoulders to clear a path. A pace behind him, his beautiful wife, Lady Sandra, followed in the space he cleared.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“He had no interest in fine clothes. Clothes were utilitarian as far as he was concerned. In cold weather, they should be warm and waterproof. In hot weather, light and airy. And bright colors served only to make a man stand out against the background, which was never a good idea in his opinion. A man who stood out against the background made an easy target.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“army’s”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“idea. I hadn’t thought of using Rangers en masse,”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Wat is jouw wachtwoord?' - Denison
...
'Hier ben ik. En van jou?' - Cedric.
'Joepie-de-poepie.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Ze zal Cassandra heten. - Abdis Margrit”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath

“Als ik val, val ik,' zei Halt filosofisch.
Maar op de een of andere manier maakte dat de klim er niet aantrekkelijker op.”
― John Flanagan, The Battle of Hackham Heath