>>5808519>>5808532Of course as Godefroi proved today, chivalry lives as the spirit of Saint Louis ! Montjoie !
>>5808544Of course, if you find these forest denizens you could put all the blame on her.
>>5808705Sus aux bourguignons !
>>5808746>>5808776>>5808956>>5808960>>5809016You let your knights count the dead and the living and ordered a man to help you bandage your arm. You then took a spear from a wounded soldier and mounted on your palfrey, Pâquerette. She was your faster horse and you hoped that she would be able to outrun the two older palfreys that were the best of the bunch that you gave to the baronial servants. You were still angry at the slaughter of three of your horses, with all the costs of repairing your armor and the loss of your three crossbowmen from the other side of the river it will be a great loss for your finances. Plus you will miss Florin and Orin a lot, the short scotsmen were brave lads who did not deserve to die like this. You decided to rush quickly following the river as the two fugitives, it was the best way to not lose itself in this dark forest.
You only rode for maybe half an hour when you heard cries before you, you rushed towards them and you could see with interest that one of the poor horses that you had given was pushed too far, it was the horse of the witch, and it had hurt it's leg lightly. The councillor, still looking poorly after his fight with rose was trying to fix this. Your beloved, still in her blue dress, was as badly frozen, she was shaking and her dress was all wet while she grew pale and her lips a bit purple. It was probably the contact of the Ice creature that had put her on a horse.
Crueail was saying.
-Let us abandon this horse, we will put the brat on the other one... We will have to ride fast and...
The witch seemed to nod before telling.
-CRUEAIL BEWARE !
