Two months after the Battle of Agincourt the English have pushed further into France. Under the banners of the English some Normans joined King Henry V of England. It was known as the Lancastrian War, the third or fourth conflict between the Kings of France and England according to him. Now it is the year 1415 of their Lord Jesus Christ and the Crusades have long been over. He looked at his goblet of wine pondering over other events going on in Europe. News of events often took weeks or days depending on its pace. To the north east where the Crusades against the Pagans had been over for the past five years. For the victory of all Christendom the Pagans of the Baltic region converted to the faith. In his mind he believed all those forces should be moved to drive out these Englishmen sitting in his hall feasting on his food. As he watched these Englishmen who called themselves descendants of Saxons and Normans he wondered what was next once France was taken.
His beloved France was the prize for the Crown of England in this prolonged war. All his forefathers resisted only to see more land fall to the English. Even though they retained their lands it was likely going to be part of England's Domain. His Lordship and Lands would likely be handed over to the son of some English Earl or a Prince. Swirling the goblet of wine the Lord thought about the Spanish Peninsula and wondered how long the Reconquista would take. More kingdoms rose up in defiance of the Moorish and Muslim infidels. At the same time those kingdoms either fell or joined the stronger ones.
Winter was setting in as it was December. Neither the armies of France or that of England would think of marching at this time of year. Unless it was a clear day and the storms had subsided. In the spring any knight or footman of France would certainly dread facing the English in open combat. Many of France's Nobles had to ensure King Charles VI not to worry about how close Henry's armies were to Orleans. He received those scrolls with orders to halt the English advance. Halt the English advance they were already here in his halls. Anglican, Saxon, Briton, Welshman, and Lancastrian men drank, ate his food, and caused a bit of rabble rousing in his hall. It was not to the point of destroying things but rather playful according to the English. According to rumors the English would remove Nobles and replace them with their own.
All he saw was an invader who decided to keep him as a lapdog until a Lordling or young noble came of age was granted rights to his lands. It would come to no surprise if the English King or circle of nobles granted a Knight, lands and a title. His loyalties were not questioned since he was given no choice than to bend the knee to the invader. Becoming a host to his invader made him a viable target outside the English territory. It did provide some protection from his rivals. An English noble shouted at the top of his lungs in broken and bad French. He raised his drink up to the french lord who raised his goblet in return. The only words he deciphered among the gibberish were "love" and "gratitude". Whoever this Englishman was he was certainly ugly as a hell spawn and fatter than a pig. Was this man a noble, or some failed knight he could not tell. A court jester or the courtly drunkard would be suitable for him not this grand hall of his lordship.
The lord eyed the fat Englishman with disgust, and the urge to bash his skull open with his goblet. Just something about him made him want to hit this fat ugly man wearing English colors. Just the urge to get up from his seat to beat this man senseless filled him. His eyes were on the fat man as he kept speaking in bad French and the other Englishmen egged him on or mocked him. Some threw bones at him while others threw food at him. One even told him to shut up. He finally did and drank the rest of his drink which spilled all over him. This pig let out a belch and grabbed one of the servants passing by. She tried to resist him but he tried kiss and lick her. His face was in her breasts forcing her to beat him off her. Out of disgrace and anger the Lord stood up demanding he be removed.
His own hall fell silent and all eyes were on him. They may be the invader, but he was the host. His face was red with anger until two men grabbed the fat man and dragged him out. When the fat man was gone he immediately ordered for the feast to presume. Mumbling and stares were the only actions made by the Englishmen as they sat back down. Music filled the hall once again and the servants brought more mead and wine. An English Baron approached him holding two cups of wine. He handed one to the Lord only to take it back before saying something. This Baron reminded him of his fealty to the King of England. All he could do was nod in agreement and take a second cup of wine from the invader.
His beloved France was the prize for the Crown of England in this prolonged war. All his forefathers resisted only to see more land fall to the English. Even though they retained their lands it was likely going to be part of England's Domain. His Lordship and Lands would likely be handed over to the son of some English Earl or a Prince. Swirling the goblet of wine the Lord thought about the Spanish Peninsula and wondered how long the Reconquista would take. More kingdoms rose up in defiance of the Moorish and Muslim infidels. At the same time those kingdoms either fell or joined the stronger ones.
Winter was setting in as it was December. Neither the armies of France or that of England would think of marching at this time of year. Unless it was a clear day and the storms had subsided. In the spring any knight or footman of France would certainly dread facing the English in open combat. Many of France's Nobles had to ensure King Charles VI not to worry about how close Henry's armies were to Orleans. He received those scrolls with orders to halt the English advance. Halt the English advance they were already here in his halls. Anglican, Saxon, Briton, Welshman, and Lancastrian men drank, ate his food, and caused a bit of rabble rousing in his hall. It was not to the point of destroying things but rather playful according to the English. According to rumors the English would remove Nobles and replace them with their own.
All he saw was an invader who decided to keep him as a lapdog until a Lordling or young noble came of age was granted rights to his lands. It would come to no surprise if the English King or circle of nobles granted a Knight, lands and a title. His loyalties were not questioned since he was given no choice than to bend the knee to the invader. Becoming a host to his invader made him a viable target outside the English territory. It did provide some protection from his rivals. An English noble shouted at the top of his lungs in broken and bad French. He raised his drink up to the french lord who raised his goblet in return. The only words he deciphered among the gibberish were "love" and "gratitude". Whoever this Englishman was he was certainly ugly as a hell spawn and fatter than a pig. Was this man a noble, or some failed knight he could not tell. A court jester or the courtly drunkard would be suitable for him not this grand hall of his lordship.
The lord eyed the fat Englishman with disgust, and the urge to bash his skull open with his goblet. Just something about him made him want to hit this fat ugly man wearing English colors. Just the urge to get up from his seat to beat this man senseless filled him. His eyes were on the fat man as he kept speaking in bad French and the other Englishmen egged him on or mocked him. Some threw bones at him while others threw food at him. One even told him to shut up. He finally did and drank the rest of his drink which spilled all over him. This pig let out a belch and grabbed one of the servants passing by. She tried to resist him but he tried kiss and lick her. His face was in her breasts forcing her to beat him off her. Out of disgrace and anger the Lord stood up demanding he be removed.
His own hall fell silent and all eyes were on him. They may be the invader, but he was the host. His face was red with anger until two men grabbed the fat man and dragged him out. When the fat man was gone he immediately ordered for the feast to presume. Mumbling and stares were the only actions made by the Englishmen as they sat back down. Music filled the hall once again and the servants brought more mead and wine. An English Baron approached him holding two cups of wine. He handed one to the Lord only to take it back before saying something. This Baron reminded him of his fealty to the King of England. All he could do was nod in agreement and take a second cup of wine from the invader.
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