Ooh that's an interesting observation. Is this an important detail I missed? Hmm...
@Lord Durham Allen becomes a heroic recurring character - you'll enjoy the development.
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@Lord Durham Allen becomes a heroic recurring character - you'll enjoy the development.
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A pity that Cesar Borgia would be only 10 by 1485. It would be so funny to have him messing around in England...
Sounds good in theory. Depends whether decisive is also wise and well executed (so to speak).
That at least is prudent advice. Though not sure if Richard hasn’t already poisoned the well, or that Edmund won’t be tempted to drink from a chalice drawn from it.
Interesting. The physical trappings are new. The temperament is not.
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I am very much looking forward to seeing Edmund on his own. Will he be rational, balanced and cautious? Or will he let power go to his head?
I'm guardedly optimistic.
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As to King Henry, his vision as he fled does give some idea where his mind is at this time. He may not become a monk, but he may wish to be.
As to the identity of "His Grace", we'll have to go back a year and find out.
And I am super pleased that Allen Leighson shows a developed character. As mentioned at the start, he is a bit of a cypher for myself.
To all - I rather purposely started this chapter a year in the future. I left it vague so I could fill in the bits and pieces. This war with France was totally ahistorical and so it was quite fun to try and weave in known history and this timeline. I did promise that I would.
You may have noticed I have slowed down in the posting which has much to do with my new work schedule and thus my writing regimen. Yet we are far from finished so we move ever forward and the next scene arrives in a moment. And while I'm here, allow me one more chance to plug the Yearly AARland Year-end AwAARds. About three weeks left to vote, give or take. Don't wait too late to add your voice. As always, you need not vote for this work (though I always appreciate the support) but please do honor those works and writAARs you enjoy so much. I can assure you that each and every one of them will thank you!
In many ways, he could be called The Accidental King.
This current Duke of Somerset only has an illegitimate son. His father did have daughters, one of which was married to the Duke of Buckingham's first son and is thus the mother to the current (and very young) Duke of Buckingham, Sir Henry Stafford's nephew.
As to King Henry, his vision as he fled does give some idea where his mind is at this time. He may not become a monk, but he may wish to be.
Heavy is the head and all of that. In other words, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.Well, as much terrible as York and Warwick had getting anyone to ride up against the Mediocre Monstrosity of Henry's reign, I feel like if Richard had no serious rival claimants he's due a certain degree of return on the sentiment.
Otherwise politics would be fair!
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They are scattered throughout. Subtle perhaps and many times meant just for me.I saw what you did there. I wasn't going to post anything until I had caught up on all 80 some pages, but I couldn't help but comment on this little gem
I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but one of the genesis moments in thinking about this work was the fictional 1950's sitcom (known only to my mind) called Those Darn Beauforts based very loosely on the certainly real That Darn Cat. They have nothing in common other than the name, but it makes me laugh. There are Beauforts everywhere and I might say without them, much of this may never have happened. I cannot say that one of them will end up on top in the end, but it was surely the rivalry between Richard and Edmund Beaufort, Duke of Somerset that really tipped this thing over into all out war.
As to the identity of "His Grace", we'll have to go back a year and find out.
The above said...it's probably still Richard.
And I am super pleased that Allen Leighson shows a developed character. As mentioned at the start, he is a bit of a cypher for myself.
Don't we have enough characters ready and willing to create chaos? You want to include yet another?
I'll just say that we are entering into a new phase of Henry's life and world. Just because he is put aside does not mean that he will disappear in the narrative. He remains one of the most fascinating characters to write for and his journey in this story is just as interesting to me as any others.
I hope that I am able to do Edmund justice. As I've mentioned before, he is a bit of a blank slate because so little is known about him in history. Edward, George and Richard all have well known stories already told in OTL, but of all of York's children Edmund could be anything. I am looking forward to presenting him in full.
To all - I rather purposely started this chapter a year in the future. I left it vague so I could fill in the bits and pieces. This war with France was totally ahistorical and so it was quite fun to try and weave in known history and this timeline. I did promise that I would.
You may have noticed I have slowed down in the posting which has much to do with my new work schedule and thus my writing regimen. Yet we are far from finished so we move ever forward and the next scene arrives in a moment. And while I'm here, allow me one more chance to plug the Yearly AARland Year-end AwAARds. About three weeks left to vote, give or take. Don't wait too late to add your voice. As always, you need not vote for this work (though I always appreciate the support) but please do honor those works and writAARs you enjoy so much. I can assure you that each and every one of them will thank you!
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Bayeux, May 1463
When Richard landed to Normandy again, he knelt and kissed the wet, sandy beach. It had been fourteen years since he last stepped foot to this soil and this time it was his own whim and not that of some other. He was finally the only authority and he meant to use it. Every bit of it. He wasted no time and quickly led his force of thirteen thousand out of camp and on the way to Caen.
Following the coast, he was finally met by Lord Hastings and his brother in law the Earl of Kent. There they feasted and considered next actions in the Château de Bayeux once pillaged and sacked by Henry I of England in 1106. It was a far different occasion this time. Joined also by the young Duke of Norfolk, John Mowbray, the King was quite ebullient as they sat the high table.
“What fools these men of Toulouse!” Richard chewed at his bone to get the very last of the marrow, “What point is a Republic if men cannot choose their leaders?”
Young Norfolk leaned forward with a smirk, “Tis a foolish proposition in anyways, is that not right Your Grace?”
“You are young, my Lord,” William Neville suggested, “Men may wish to choose many a thing, be it foolish or not.”
Richard laughed, “He jests with you, young sir. Best take it in stride.”
“Of course I do,” Norfolk bowed to them both with a smile.
It was Lord Hastings that broke in, “Yet Your Grace...the why of it matters not. It is the who and when that do count. It is told to me that some seven thousand under a formidable leader traverse the south into Gascogne. They aim for Bordeaux and we are lightly defended there.”
“I shall depend upon my cousin to Castile,” Richard waived him away with a greasy hand, “For we hold more important duties to here.”
The Earl of Kent followed, “That much is certain, sire. Especially as the French do hold a force of at least ten thousand...mayhap more...to Torraine.”
“How may they think that they hold anything at the now?” Richard remained without concern and bit into another hunk of meat. He chewed deeply and spoke between bites, “Besides...I have another fifteen thousand to follow directly. There are far and away... enough soldiers...to defeat the already defeated.”
“That’s as may, Your Grace,” young Norfolk spoke up, “However there remains the other and I have paid close watch. My father did gift to me quite a few good men and they have let me know of the movements of the former King...and Queen.”
Suddenly Richard perked up and placed the meaty bone down with force, “Where are they?!”
“It was said by the Lord of Warwick that they remained to Anjou,” Hastings allowed, “That is my last telling.”
“Indeed...” Norfolk showed a grin, “...with Somerset and Ros and Exeter and all the merry men. Yet they do tiptoe out and test the waters, Your Grace. Somerset rode south the moment you landed.”
“The boy is scared of me, surely,” Richard answered haughtily.
Kent skewed a humored brow, “I don’t know about that, sire.”
“I am told he is addled,” the King looked to his brother in law, “Cannot get beyond his sadness...mayhap his failure as a man. It does run in the Beaufort family, you know.”
“Yet he may go to meet with these men of Toulouse,” Hastings suggested.
Richard slammed his hands to the table, “Fine! Let him go! Where is Henry?!”
“Rather to Caen, Your Grace...” Norfolk replied, “...I believe that you should travel south into Maine. This French army...they are no thing but a cover. I am told that the former Queen...”
“The Whore!” Richard corrected his young Duke.
Norfolk bowed his head, “Indeed, Your Grace. The whore has concocted a plan in which she may take advantage of your absence from England. Take with her some few Lords such that remain to her and move on London in an attempt to regain the crown.”
“That would be madness!” the Earl of Kent nearly spit his drink.
Richard sat back to his chair with interest, “No one ever suggested that she was sane. Yet what of my cousin?”
“He is with her, sire,” Mowbray answered, “And the boy...the bastard.”
The King narrowed his eyes and thought for a time. He finally leaned forward and looked to them all, “She will never leave this land. She will never return to England. I will hunt her until her very last day. Just as she did to me.”
“Then surely she tries to go to Caen, Your Grace,” Lord Hastings suggested, “Why not continue to there and deny her entrance?”
The Earl of Kent finally leaned forward as well and drew a slight map to the table before them with crumbs, “Here there be Caen. Here there be Maine. Surely she is not to there yet, so I might agree. Make your progress south and allow those that follow you to take up at siege to Caen the moment they are ready.”
“Aye...” Lord Hastings looked at it, “...that is true. Place yourself before the French and invite the attack.”
Richard smiled to them, “See there? A fine council! Mayhap in a month, we shall have them all. The French, Henry and that whore!”
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Still reading, and came across this blast from the past. If I can be so bold, @coz1, I'd like to pass along a little AARland history.
Father Petronius Falkenberg of the Ancient Order of Colombo was a character I created for Ariel's classic An English AAR featured in the original EU. It was meant as a throw away post where Falkenberg was questioning Cromwell over his involvement with the death of King James. However, that one post grew legs and several people picked up on it. Ultimately, it spawned 3 spinoff threads, including the aforementioned The Case of the O'erheated Chamberpot. So essentially Father Petronius Falkenberg of the Ancient Order of Colombo was responsible for the very first interactive AARs. And to think it began as a throw away post. Some other members of the order were Father Holmes, as well as Father Mulden and Sister Scullian, who handled supernatural affairs.
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You are most certainly permitted as that is entirely where the good Father Falkenberg came from. Good to know he's still trying to solve a case all of these years later.
It makes me smile that you encountered that post, Bruce. It was definitely meant as tribute!
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May Maggie’s chamberpot overheat and explode (CK2 manure bomb style)! Excited to see the new campaign as we move into real alt-historical territory. Are Richard’s strategic aims here limited - take Normandy, get Maggie & Harry, etc? Or ultimately to begin painting France red?
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The last line is obviously tempting fate, yet he is right that he has a much more useful council at this point. They understand the King's aims, don't try to constantly convince him he is wrong but instead provide information and advise him on the best way to achieve them. Of course the real test is when the plan comes off the rails and how Richard and his council interact then, but for now promising signs.
The wisest move for Toulouse would be to avoid the Anglo-French War entirely. I could see an attack on Aquitaine, though.
Richard is definitely tempting fate at the end. Who will come to ruin his scheme? Or will one of the people mentioned prove wise and avoid the English forces? Or will Castile change its mind about aiding Richard?
Richard is definitely tempting fate at the end. Who will come to ruin his scheme? Or will one of the people mentioned prove wise and avoid the English forces? Or will Castile change its mind about aiding Richard?
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I would say that his strategic aims for this war is the former. Now if he gets another shot at it? Most definitely the later!
If nothing else, we have improved upon the former reign. I know...a very low bar to hurdle.
I was frankly surprised that Toulouse allied with what was left of France rather than maybe Burgundy (especially as they have some beef with Savoy next door.) And especially as a Republic. But...you take what enemies you get.
To all - As always, thank you for the comments! The next scene arrives in just a moment and turned into a longer one that I meant. But the actors started acting and...away we went.
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Bordeaux, June 1463
Jules de Corneillan wiped his cock and balls with a wet cloth and laughed as the putain fled the chamber. She was pretty enough but was not interested in what was proposed and he was not a man to force it. There would always be another more willing and in matters of sex, was that not ideal?
He wrung out the cloth in the basin again and then cleaned at his backside while he looked to the bed, “Some people just do not care for the fun.”
“There is little cause to be merry. It is all merely an act,” Henry Beaufort looked to the chamber ceiling without much care.
Jules rolled his eyes and moved to the window to air out, “I was told that it would be beneficial to know you, my Lord. Yet in the short time that we are met, I think you less excited than that poor girl.”
“You’ve sacked us both, haven't you?” Beaufort looked to him briefly before staring at the ceiling again.
“I believe the people of Bordeaux more pleasured by it,” Jules placed hands to his naked hips, “I must say that I have never known another so displeased.”
Somerset stirred in the bed and placed his feet over the side with a sigh, “I am always wanting of another. It be not your fault.”
“All men have another they desire, my Lord...” Jules shifted to him and placed a lingering hand to the Duke’s shoulder, “...yet in Toulouse, we are known for making them forget.”
“You may cease your seduction, sir,” Henry Beaufort looked to him with little smile, “I am spent already and may not stay to here very long in anyways. I suggest that you find your robe so we may discuss all manner of things.”
Jules shrugged with a laugh, “Very well. I’ve already had...all manner of things.”
Wrapping a sheet over his shoulders to cover himself, Somerset moved to pour some wine and drank it down. He pulled the sheets close and sat by the window as he looked to the Toulousian commander, “Take me not wrong, sir. I have appreciated the swift action here to Bordeaux and...our time together to celebrate. Yet I am made to be a serious man for a serious time and have so little amount of it for any pleasure. Would that I had.”
Jules de Corneillan tied the sash of a very ornate robe and sat to the edge of the bed with a solemn face. He crossed his legs and looked to the Duke with curiosity, “It is a sin for one so young.”
“I be not young, sir,” Henry answered him quickly, “I am twenty and seven and have seen my share in this life.”
With a slight laugh, Jules allowed a sad face, “A mere babe in my eyes. I’ve had older, my Lord...and younger. I imagine that your...paramour...is that thing. Is it a he or a she, may I ask?”
“You may not,” Somerset replied, “And it is of no matter at any rate as they are gone from us forever. At the now, I serve a Queen.”
Jules laughed again but then found a serious eye, “Pray pardon, my Lord. We to the south do enjoy a fine jest and I can see that you are a very serious man. And to that matter, I do wonder why you are here when...La Reine...is so far north to Caen I am told. Would she not have been safer had she remained to Anjou? They are not included in this conflict.”
“Do you believe that would stop the man that calls himself King of England, sir?” Somerset answered with his own question, “I firmly believe that Richard of York would stop at nothing to find and destroy King Henry and all that surround him...including the Queen and her child.”
“Hmm,” de Corneillan pondered as he stood to pour his own wine, “There are so many questions, my Lord. And you hit upon one there. You speak of this Queen and her child. You must know that the boy’s paternity has for some time been in question...”
“Lies! All of them!” Somerset stood with affront.
Jules turned with shock, “So they may be true by your reaction...sir.”
“I react no way other than to protect the truth of it,” the Duke assured, “The Prince is of the King and no other.”
“Not even your own father?” de Corneillan skewed a brow.
Henry Beaufort softened and sat again by the window, “Do not tell me that you would believe this propaganda spread by the Yorkist smear mongers, for that is all that they do. They must question legitimacy for they hold such tenuous grasp.”
“It is why we threw off monarchy to Toulouse, my Lord,” Jules replied as he found a chair and sat, “Birth matters not. Only good and strong men like myself. Yet I am sad to say to you that many of my council see reason to at least consider the options. The French King...who we have allied to...does remain weak. Burgundy does not show at this time. We understand Scotland to attempt some thing to the north of England, but...we would wish to choose a winner here. Especially as we have sacked Bordeaux.”
Somerset allowed a nod, “You choose the rightful King of England and his heir for we would have our say in this battle. It is a battle for our very soul.”
“I fear that you have your conflicts confused, my Lord,” de Corneillan sat back and crossed a leg, “Mayhap many of them for I can tell that you are a conflicted man. Yet the fact is this. King Richard...so called... does march south into Maine. He holds at his back a great army and another to Caen. The French provide a meager force...”
Somerset interjected, “They are twelve thousand strong!”
“And this Richard holds at the now at least thirteen, it is said,” Jules replied, “With another fifteen at siege. We of Toulouse here are seven. Seven plus twelve...do they not teach you mathematics in England, my Lord?”
“It is imperative that we harass!” Somerset answered, “For our entire prospect depends upon it. There remain plenty to England that would rally round their King should he return. Especially as Richard has left for France. Prior to now, no one would help us. Yet York has made it so. His hubris and ambition cause him to declare war and bring all parties to the table. We must...MUST...see the return of King Henry to his throne!”
Jules allowed a nod, “If you must...yet I look to the truth of it. The facts that I see before me. And the fact is, your King finds himself holed up to Caen with a great siege force outside the walls. If the hope was to return him to England, then the plan failed miserably.”
“Unlike you, sir...” Somerset showed impatience as he looked once more out the window, “...we prove few good commanders. Which is why we could use your support.”
“I’ve already supported the French,” Jules replied and held his hands before him, “And I supported you this night. What more am I to do?”
Somerset turned and pointed his finger out the window, “If you wish to stay here, know well that the armies of Castile will not be long in coming. It is told that they join with Richard in his cause. Would we all not be better off together than apart?”
“I would gladly find progress with you, my Lord...yet the French would slow me down,” de Corneillan answered as he moved for a drink, “Besides, we did not enter this conflict for battle. It is the plunder that is rich...and this region is full of it. I think it best that we of Toulouse find our own path. Yet God speed you, my young Lord.”
The Duke slapped his palm to the stone wall with irritation, “Blast it! At every step, there are those that would wait...hold steady and still...refuse to commit.”
“Is that the problem with your paramour?” Jules questioned with a pouty face, “He wouldn’t commit to you?”
Henry Beaufort made swift action and grabbed the dagger from his belt. He moved to de Corneillan and held the blade roughly to his throat, “You would hold your tongue on that matter, sir! Lest I cut it out!”
Showing little worry, Jules de Corneillan slowly leaned in as the blade cut slightly to his neck, “Did he not love you...my Lord?”
“I said to be silent!!”
Jules held tightly to both of Somerset’s arms and pulled him closer, “You should have cut his neck years ago as you now threaten mine. Might have saved you years of grief.”
A slight tear fell from Somerset’s eye and he backed away. The dagger fell from his hand with a clang as it hit the floor and he returned to look out the window, “I couldn’t...”
“Too poor that,” Jules replied as he felt to the blood at his neck.
“I...would not,” Henry Beaufort wiped the tear away, “And mayhap I should have listened.”
Jules dabbed at his neck and drank of his wine, “It seems that perhaps you were the one not to commit, my Lord. How must he feel at the now?”
“He feels nothing,” Somerset did not turn, “His head was bashed in right before me. I may as well have killed him myself.”
The commander moved to a chair and sat with a sigh, “You English lot...so confused in everything that you do. A thing must be right and proper...no thing said if it be dangerous. Yet the fun is in the danger. We to here accept it and live by it. Who cares if you have a mistress or a bastard? It is to be celebrated!”
“I remain unmarried,” Somersat answered softly over his shoulder.
“All the better!” de Corneillan smiled, “No one to take you to task!”
Somerset held his gaze to the ground below, “I do have a bastard.”
“Don’t we all?”
“I’ve barely met him,” Henry Beaufort sighed.
Jules sat his cup aside and leaned back in the chair, “Tell me something, my Lord. Tell me the truth of it. Tell me the truth about your Prince. Is [/i]he[/i] a bastard or no?”
“My Prince?” Somerset finally looked to him, “My Prince has been dead for these long years. And he was no bastard.”
“My God...you really did love him?” Jules asked with some awe.
Somerset was earnest in reply, “And I will never love another.”
“Yet you sleep with the Queen!” de Corneillan jested.
“You should not believe all gossip and rumor, sir. As you say, we to England are all right and proper. It would be unseemly. I support a Queen and I support a Prince...son of my very King. And somewhere out there is a man that I truly do wish to kill. I will have my day,” the Duke move with alacrity to find his shift.
Jules de Corneillan watched him with some surprise, “You’ve barely arrived, my Lord, and you look to leave so soon?”
“I must go north,” Henry Beaufort laced his breeches with swiftness, “If you would not come with me, then I will go it alone. My men are meager but we would join with the French and push Richard from his cautious perch to Maine.”
“He remains a larger force, my Lord,” Jules suggested.
Somerset stopped dressing for only a moment, “Richard of York has not fought a battle in years. He did win the last one...but at great cost. I know it only too well. By nature, this King...this man...is too slow to take all advantage he may have. Only better men do it for him. I know him...was practically raised to his home at Ludlow.”
“To what end?” Jules asked, “For what purpose would you place yourself to peril when it is clear to me that you are troubled by it all. If you are true, then this man is practically a father to you when you lost your own so young. Yes...I had my men look into you before you arrived. Which is also why I am quite aware of your...relationship...with his son. Lost too soon, they say.”
“One night does not give you insight into my soul...sir,” Somerset looked to him with a stern eye and continued to lace up his shift.
Jules sat forward, “It was not so difficult to pull you to bed. It is clear to me that you are an interesting man. Perhaps different than the rest. With a life full of conflicts and torn away from your country. Why not just find another life, sir? My Lord? Why pursue what looks a losing cause for you in England and keep following this woman...this Queen...when she slept with your own father and shows a bastard child from it? And one you call the Prince? It is laughable, sir!”
“I stopped laughing some time ago,” Somerset plainly replied.
“So why not start finding the joy in your life, sir?!” Jules stood and moved to him, “Leave Anjou. Come to Toulouse...or to Savoy. Go on pilgrimage. Mayhap the Holy Land. Do something and leave all of this behind. I promise you, sir...my Lord...if you continue, this will be the death of you.”
The Duke of Somerset allowed only a brief grin, “First you read minds and now you tell the future? You may be a witch, sir.”
“It is only your life...my Lord,” Jules de Corneillan shrugged and moved to pour more wine.
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Well...Somerset lies to others as much as to himself. And given he KNOWS that all of those things are lies except perhaps the Prince, he must at least suspect the bustard claim.
Esepcially as the Prince is now old enough to look like his brother or his father.
In all honesty, I'm not entirely sure why Somerset fights for the Queen and Henry so hard. Probably to avoid confronting the fact that the reason why his father is dead is actually because he made the wrong choice and supported a queen that used him until he died then started on his son. And to avoid confronting the fact that he led the army that killed his one true love, and it IS his fault and his sides fault that he's dead.
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I'm half way through the AAR, @coz1. Man, what a lot of reading. I have a few quick observations. And yes, they are irreverent and light-hearted.
'Stiffened'? Surely there was no double entendre implied, sir!
Every time I see the name Allen Leighson I immediately think of Alex Lifeson. Then picture Leighson on stage shredding Greensleeves on a rebac.
With all of the women sniping each other tooth and nail, I think you should rename the AAR "Real Housewives of London". No, seriously
Now with that out of the way, this is really great work. I'm hoping to catch up in a few more days.
'Stiffened'? Surely there was no double entendre implied, sir!
Every time I see the name Allen Leighson I immediately think of Alex Lifeson. Then picture Leighson on stage shredding Greensleeves on a rebac.
With all of the women sniping each other tooth and nail, I think you should rename the AAR "Real Housewives of London". No, seriously
Now with that out of the way, this is really great work. I'm hoping to catch up in a few more days.
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Well, it looks like Toulouse is not committed to the lost cause that is France. What will they need to pay to make up for sacking Bordeaux if (or when) they deem the war a lost cause?
Honestly, I initially thought that Somerset's paramour referred to Margaret... but it was Ned. TBC is probably right, I think. Or perhaps Somerset thinks that Richard is not respecting his son's memory?
Honestly, I initially thought that Somerset's paramour referred to Margaret... but it was Ned. TBC is probably right, I think. Or perhaps Somerset thinks that Richard is not respecting his son's memory?
I think TBC is certainly right. There is A LOT in that last scene. Sorry I am a scene behind - I meant to reply a few days ago but now I have the opportunity to consider both at once, where they do play into each other if I'm reading correctly.
This scene first... This de Cornellian (duke? prince of Toulouse??) seems to have Somerset's number. In a number of ways. And if I were losing an effort to convince a man to join an outnumbered cause as an ally I might have avoided pointing out that the Castilians are likely right behind their opponent...
But I gather -- if I'm reading correctly -- that King Richard was overconfident by degrees in blithely waving away concerns about losing Bordeaux?
Still, I don't see how Richard doesn't come back stronger and regain the lost territory, things going as they are.
Somerset would be wise to do as de Cornellian suggests. Sadly, I think he's maybe not so wise as he should be. And like his father far too loyal to the wrong people.
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This scene first... This de Cornellian (duke? prince of Toulouse??) seems to have Somerset's number. In a number of ways. And if I were losing an effort to convince a man to join an outnumbered cause as an ally I might have avoided pointing out that the Castilians are likely right behind their opponent...
But I gather -- if I'm reading correctly -- that King Richard was overconfident by degrees in blithely waving away concerns about losing Bordeaux?
Still, I don't see how Richard doesn't come back stronger and regain the lost territory, things going as they are.
Somerset would be wise to do as de Cornellian suggests. Sadly, I think he's maybe not so wise as he should be. And like his father far too loyal to the wrong people.
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