That's the lad. Kingdom for a horse. Bah! Historical revanchionism. I prefer my ingrained historical boogeymen static and unrefined. But I suppose we can toss the teleportation theory. Unless he teleported the princes out, and then teleported in organic constructs of the princes. I wish I'd gone to Warwick. Went to Caernarvon. There were several Welsh there.
Warwick was pricey. But Stratford being nearby is a bonus. Ah, the Welsh... We haven't completed the cull yet, then?