Lords, and Ladies of England, and all Christendom,
This day, has seen many things, beginning with the arival of a Mighty armada in London, lead by one Lord Thomas van Bus, and ending with the arival of the Queen of Scottland.
At first dawn, the Thames river was almost invisible, as the warships arived. One, then another, till the city of London was completly blockaded from the water. As this massive army swarmed the shores, the Kings men rallied to defend fair London, and it was not long before fighting broke out.
Once, twice, yeah 3, and 4 times, this huge army was turned back, and defeated.
Some 14,000 Frenchmen lay dead on the shores of the Thames, and the day was to England. Mighty Edward, had lead his troops to glory yet again, and all turned Quiet
It was a hot summer day. Queen Elizabeth of Scotland arose from her tent where she had spent the last 4 hours in conference with Louis Van Bus and there top advisors and stategists. Lord Van bus had reported the presence of both King Edward and the Crown Prince in London. He had arrived earlier in the season and engaged the King to no avail. Edward's battle skills, proven over and over again won the day 4 times. Van Bus, the Conquerer of Mallorca and Naples was no fool. He knew he was overmatched and decided to relinquish the day to the English King in order for the better trained troops of the Scottish Queen to finish the Job.They had discussed strategy over numerous cups of tea cooled from Ice brought down from the Highlands of Scotland. Van Bus agreed to turn over his forces to the Queen who had already 7000 men of her own ready to siege London.
And it Was settled. the Queen would move at dawn.
Queen Elizabeth slept not a wink that fatefull night. She was consumed with hatred for the King of the Anglais. Her father and brother had fallen to his sword, and his Imperialistic invasion of Scotland the same year of her birth had forced her not into the life of a Royal Lady, but of a battle hardened warrior. though She did not wield a sword, or take the battle field like the many Scottish soldiers who had died for there cause, her leadership was unmatched.... except from King Edward..The men were eager to leave that morning, the English Rebels, French Soldiers on Foreign soil, and the Scottish Clansmen all were excited to have the opportunity to end this long war. The Queen Walked among her men gracefully. she insisted upon them enjoying an extra ration of salted Pork with there breakfast and for the Officers cups of hot tea.... The adoration in their eyes was all the thanks she needed. Her style was not the rigid stiff backed domination of Male Generals, but soft caring suttle leadership that only a Queen could Provide.
After they had cleaned up and taken down the tents, Commander Isque Ordered the men into line for inspection. then the rumble of there feet announced there departure from High Wycome. They pointed there eyes East towards the rising sun, and marched on to London.
they arrived 2 days later in London. August 15th, of the year 1370 as the scribe wrote in his journal. the Queen felt no butterflys this time. She was no longer the shy little girl who missed her father so much so cried herself to sleep. She had grown out of the teenager who had nightmares of her brothers dead body being laid to rest in the monestary in Marches. She was now a ripe and Beautiful 23 year old woman. Only a fool would mistake her soft appearance for the war hardened warrior she was inside.
She was expecting the worst when she rode over the hills and viewed London, and thats exactly what she got. over 4000 loyal Englishmen awaited calmly in there battle postitions. Yeoman stood ready with there bows pointed over the walls. Foot soldiers stood ready and Knights sat idly on there horses. All watching and waiting.
The Bugle horn blasted the sound to charge followed by a massive rumbling and shaking of the earth while the Allied troops swept down towards the Mighty keep of London. Though they outnumbered the English 3 to 1, They were not over confident. The advantage of the walls was to be reckoned with. However the Queen knew these walls quite well. less than a year and half ago they had belonged to her.
Edward then pulled a surprise... Instead of laying back and meeting the charge of the Queen, He ordered an all out charge led by himself. This tactic caught the first wave of Scottish Knights off gaurd. They were hurled back suffering large casualties. The battle raged on for 2 more hours. both sides battling with all there strength among the bloodied and dead bodies of horses and men below them.
Slowly but surely. the Tidal wave of battling bodies pushed forward. the Queen from her perch on a hill knew it was going to end this day. another 2 hours passed, and then came the cheers. It started softly at first like a trickle of a Scottish Stream. Then it grew louder. Before long it was raging above the air dominating like a raging waterfall.
No one was fighting anymore. The Queen made her way down to the scene. there on the ground was the body of King Edward. A Scottish Spear protruding from his chest. She didnt say a word. But calmly removed the spear and walked away..
the Cheers of the Victors followed her as she walked away.
Part 2, from the Widow of King Edward
... After several hours of eerie silence, a harried scout came riding into London.
"Guard! get me to the Kings Court now! More trouble is afoot!"
Once inside the Kings chambers the scout began talking rapidly, " King Edward, I have just seen with mine own eyes, The Queen of Scottland aproaches, and she marches before yet another mighty army!"
"How many this time?" scowled Edward, (would not these French, and their sympathizers leave me be for but a moments peace?) "How many I ask?"
"Thousands, perhaps 10,000 maybe more sire, and they be accompanied by our own mighty Yeomen this time"
"Guard!Sound the trumpets, we must yet again prepare for battle"
Soon oer the hills, and towards the great walls of London, the thunderous roar of many a hoof came riding on the wind, not far behind was the army lead by the Queen of Scottland.
A hard fought battle, in which many a good man died, ensued. In the end Edward III Plantagenet, King of England, and Wales, Lay dead upon the field. the day had gone ultimately to Scottland.
The King is dead, Long live the King
Geoffrey Bellvedere
for the late King Edward
may god have mercy upon his soul, and that of every Loyal English man, and Woman.
This was the battle that ended lord 1 giving France and Scotland the Victory August 15, in the Year of our Lord 1370xmp
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