As the sun rose over the battlefield, Queen Philippa led her army of skilled knights against the Saracen forces. The air was thick with tension as the two opposing forces faced each other.
"Protect the King!" Philippa commanded, and her knights rallied up, forming a defensive perimeter. The clash of steel against steel, the thundering hooves, and the battle cries blended into a cacophony that echoed through the night.
The battle commenced with a fierce exchange of arrows between the archers of both sides. Philippa, mounted on her horse, charged straight into the heart of the Saracen army, her sword, gleaming in the sunlight. Her knights followed suit, their armor clanking as they fought with unwavering determination.
