>>5349845>>5349856>>5349874>>5349878Short scotsmen have always served you well be it in your guard or as servants, even Cagots proved to be useful, and you have one of those pointy eared Guelphs in your guard.
>>5350035>>5350049Well said, and the Auld Alliance has just been signed four years before your departure to India.
>>5350076I am sure that if Charles knew what a gorilla was he would be terrified.
>>5350111>>5350125Flee you fools !
>>5350180You told.
-Give a bag of grain to Gary, he shot well, and another one to the man who took a sword blow defending me.
You then looked at the man who was healed and told.
-I will not forget you, what is your name my servant...
He answered in a pained voice, having been wounded and being taken care of by brave men.
-I am Mitch Eald my lord, it is was an honor...
-You deserve your bag of grain Mitch Eald, I am sure that Oldfossil will find you a more prestigious post amongst my servants too.
-Thank you my lord, thank you, you are too good.
You knew that, you were too generous, it will be detrimental one day but such is Christian charity. You ordered your men to carry you to the battlements and thanked Comasson too.
-And thank you too, you fought well, master brewer. I shall remember this day when I drink your beer.
The short scotsman grumbled something, you thought that it was about having nothing but you frowned and he stopped. You remembered that a custom protected short scotsmen's "right" to grumble but you would have none of it. It was one of those "mala costumbrae", bad customs that were abolished by the king in any civilised country. You then Asked two other guards that had come following Cop and another of his men, but pitying the scotsman, who like all his people was greedy even if sympathetic, you ordered.
-You two, carry me to the battlements, I want to see those bastards flee. And Oldfossil, please, give something to master Comasson. He deserved it.
The short scotsman nodded and thanked you. You saw that downstairs your men were cheering, some of them were mocking the fleeing enemy and doing nasty gestures with their hands and arms. You decided to join them, pointing at the wounded mage who was flying back.
-Hahaha, go lick your wounds. I understand why you were a magician, to flee by flying !
