Prologue Famine, sword and fire crouch for employment
ON FRENCH SOIL
By T.S.Fesseln
Prologue: 'Famine, sword and fire crouch for employment'
Edward de Valence stood upon the deck of The Black Swan and watched as her
captain barked out orders. Never had Edward seen such a mighty fleet assembled
as this bright August day. A myriad of colored penants whipped and snapped in
the warm sea air and the decks of the ships sparkled with their armor clad
passengers. Edward could barely make out the masts of La Trinite Royale,
Henry the V's flagship.
The hounds of war were now being unleashed towards France.
"The game is afoot, dear Richard," Edward said, smiling, "Our fortunes lie
in Frances' sweet bossom."
"Indeed, my Lord. And we happy few are here to see the majesty of King
Harry's fleet. What a glorious sight," Richard replied, smiling, his usually
stern blue eyes smiling, "When France sees that King Harry's claim is just, and
sees the vast power arrayed against her, justice will be our sword."
"Battle is never easy, dear Richard, and though we serve our right King
Harry, we have our own battles to fight. Phillip D'Astier still draws
breath and builds his house in France and it is he that will feel my revenge in
the bite of my steel. I swear upon the bloody wounds of Christ that this
arogant man shall pay."
Richard nodded silently.
"Yes, indeed, dear Richard," Edward grinned a reaper's grin, "The game is
afoot."
Authors Notes: The year is 1415 and so begins another bloody campaign in what
will be known as the Hundred Years' War. There has been liberties taken in
this tale of sexual slavery, historical liberties and I apologize ahead of time
for them. With that aside, please enjoy this story and I welcome any comments
any of you may have.
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