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Another message to my lady
Forsooth my lady but I am in thy debt, and where
Better to be methinks on this day of all days. I
Have soldiered long and hard in thy service and
Presently we rest in preparation for new battles to
Come. Ten thousand ducats shall do thy bidding.
The chest came into my possession this day and
It will be put to good use. My soldiers are short
Funded as too my knights and my men-at-arms;
But your generosity shall see to it that these
Splendid warriors want for nothing in the
Crushing days to come.
I am conscious of the deprivation and prolonged
Suffering in thy kingdom, and I am conscious too
Of the dire need for a speedy victory. As I write my
Men are preparing for a second attack, the
Blacksmith's forge glows cherry red and his water
Bath quenches the finest steel in readiness of fresh
Flesh to saviour. We will cut and hack our way
Through your enemies this day my lady, blood will
Wlow and bodies fall in the name of justice.
By God, they will know the true reach of our
Trebuchet before this day is done, your enemies
Shall not conquer nor, I wager, shall their gains
Be any greater than cold steel and a burial ground;
But I have bad news too, my recent betrothal has
come to nought, you recall my longing for a good
Woman and a good wife, it was not to be, for during
A recent battle my new love fell foul of a withering
Crossfire. I held what remained of her in my arms
Throughout the night, had my prayers been worthy
Of my God, she would perhaps be with me today:
But she is not, and so I fight on making you my
Lady the sole purpose of my life, as for my new
Love, she is buried here with my heart in this
Distant land.
© Joseph G Dawson