“Ahh! It is such a thrill to see your love fighting, knowing that your love keeps him strong, nest-ce pas?
The weeping women all wiped their eyes and nodded in agreement.
Blanchefleur’s eyes strayed to another part of the field. Abruptly, she raised up onto her toes.
“Yes, yes!” she screamed. “Kill the filth! Kill him! Kill him! Oh, how I hate that detestable creature! Kill him!”
The women dabbed their tears and looked at each other.
Two score of Henri’s men formed a circle around The Gatekeeper. He fought them all, his spearhead flashing in the bright sunlight. He cut, slashed, and smashed, yet they still kept coming. For every opponent he killed, two replaced him.
“Oh, Brother!” he called out, spinning the deadly spear at his ever-increasing opponents. “D’ye think ye could gi’ me s
