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a cloud of dust that seemed to smother the sky.
But the giddy boasts and dares began to fade the closer we got to Bor e. This
was no ant's nest in the middle of nowhere with a pompous duke who did not
want to dirty his hands with combat. This was a city, the largest many of us
had ever seen. We had to take this place! It was protected by rings of walls,
each manned with archers and artillery. Its reserve of knights was twice our
number, many of them emboldened by bloody victories in the Crusade. The closer
we got, the higher the walls loomed over us. I knew the same reality drummed
through every soul: Many of us would die here.
All around, farms close to the city were shuttered and abandoned, livestock
nowhere to be seen. Plumes of smoke trickled into the sky, from bales of hay
and grain carts set afire. Stephen was giving us no sustenance or quarter. He
was preparing for a siege.
People we passed did not cheer us as at Treille. They spat at us or averted
their eyes. Go home, rebels, heretics. You're God's curse!
Look at what you've brought on us, a woman wailed, scavenging for food. Go on,
your welcoming committee lies just ahead.
Welcoming committee...? What did she mean by that?
As we neared the city, men at the front pointed to what seemed a row of
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crosses lining the road. A few ran ahead.
As they did, their faces lost some color. A silence came over the ranks, which
only moments before had been boasting of what they would do when they reached
Bor e.
The welcoming committee.
These were not crosses but bodies, some still alive, muttering, moving their
limbs feebly, impaled on long shafts that split their torsos.
Some through the anus. Others, even worse, upside down. Men, young and old,
farmers, tradesmen in common garb. Women too, stripped naked like whores,
moaning, choking for breath, eyes glazed over in agony. There was a row of
thirty of them.
Get them down, I shouted. My heart sank as at Civetot, or riding into the
damned village of St. C cile. What had these poor people done? I rode by,
barely able to look.
Then I stopped at one of the bodies. My blood came to a halt. My eyes actually
rolled back in my head.
It was Elena ,Emilie's maidservant.
I jumped off my horse and with my sword started to hack at the stake until it
sheared, then I gently eased her down.
I lifted Elena's head in my hands and stared at her chafed white face, peeking
through tufts of bloodied hair. She was in torn, soiled rags, desecrated like
some shameless murderess. All the poor soul had done was serve her lady.
Anger dug into my ribs, sharp as a knife. If this was Elena, what had happened
to Emilie?
What kind of warning was this monster giving me?
My breath stuck in my chest. I turned to the man behind me. Bury her as well.
Chapter 131
FARTHER AHEAD, we came to a fieldstone bridge that crossed the river along the
outskirts of the city.
It was guarded by a stone tower. I drew the ranks to a halt about sixty yards
away. Three or four of Stephen's knights were waiting there, mounted on
horseback, draped in their lordship's green and gold colors.
The first sign of the enemy.
They began to taunt us, questioning the size of our balls. You call this
rabble an army? one yelled. He lifted his leg as a dog pees. It's a bunch of
peasants who wouldn't know a fight from a good fart.
They are only trying to bait us into something stupid, Daniel cautioned. Stay
your ground. They will fall back as soon as we advance.
A few of the men, fueled by the horrific sight they had just seen, ignored him
and ran toward the taunting soldiers, ready to do battle with their clubs and
swords.
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When they were about twenty yards away, archers appeared in the tower armed
with crossbows. They sent a volley of arrows whooshing down. Four men dropped
immediately, clutching their chests. The rest peeled back out of range.
Behind me, I heard Alphonse yell out, They want their fight, they'll g-get it!
No, I called, we can't lose more. But against my futile shout, he took off. He
and his group ran bravely toward the tower.
Arrows hissed down on them, thudding into their shields. Another man fell,
struck in the thigh. Our own archers loaded and sent a reply of fire arrows
toward the tower.
Now our men were pinned, huddled under their wooden shields. I saw Alphonse
race out and pull one wounded man out of range.
Then one of our arrows struck the wooden roof of the guard tower. Chaos broke
out among the archers as the flames caught. Our ranks began to cheer. For a
second the enemy archers disappeared, then we caught sight of them on the
ground, scampering back with their heavy bows toward the city walls.
Our men set after them, Alphonse leading.
At first, they were met by knights on horseback, who fought bravely. But soon
there were too many of us to fight. Stephen's knights were pulled down from
their mounts, their bodies bludgeoned with swords and clubs. Several of us
went after the retreating archers, overtaking them in a gully by the river.
One knelt, ready to fire into the back of one of our men, but Alphonse leaped
and clubbed him into a heap.
To a man, the archers were hacked to bits. A chorus of cheers rose in our
ranks. Our party of rescuers returned, dragging the wounded and dead, raising
aloft captured crossbows.
It was our first engagement, and we had shown Stephen we were here to fight.
Alphonse passed by me, tossing a captured crossbow into a supply cart. Though
I was relieved to see him safe and held back reproaching him for his
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