Richard III and Henry will fight to the death, which will decide who will rule Britain. One morning before the battle, Richard sent a groom to prepare his favorite war horse.

"Hurry up and nail it," the groom said to the blacksmith. "The king wants to take the lead on it."

"You have to wait," replied the blacksmith. "A few days ago, all the war horses were nailed and the iron pieces were gone."

I can't wait. The groom shouted impatiently.

The blacksmith buried himself in his work, took four horseshoes from an iron bar, flattened them, shaped them, fixed them on the horseshoes, and then began to nail. After nailing three palms, he found that there were no nails to nail the fourth palm.

"I am short of some nails," he said. "It takes some time to play two."

"I told you I can't wait." The groom said eagerly.

"I can nail horseshoes, but they are not as strong as others."

"Can you hang up?" Asked the groom.

"I think so," replied the blacksmith, "but I'm not sure."

"Well, that's it," cried the groom. "Hurry up, or the king will blame you."

When the two armies met, King Richard took the lead and urged the soldiers to meet the enemy. Suddenly, a horseshoe fell, the horse fell to the ground and Richard was overturned. The frightened horse jumped up and fled, the king's soldiers turned and retreated, and Henry's army surrounded him.

He waved his sword in the air and shouted, "Horse! A horse, my country was overturned because of this horse! "

So, from then on, people sang such a ballad: "One nail is missing, one horseshoe is missing. A horseshoe is missing, and so is a war horse. Lost a battle without horses. Lost a battle and lost a country. "