Dec 2015
Proem
The battle at Ludd for all intents and purposes was a defeat. Granted, the enemy was wiped out, but Sir Thomas and his men got to Ludd to late; the loss of life of the townsfolk was inexcusable. Sir Thomas did save a young nun named Dagung. He left her in Ludd but she followed he and his men in route back to Gaza Castle. Sir Thomas was a warrior and a monk. With much to ponder, his mind went elsewhere:
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Writings from the archives of Sir
Thomas de Charney
About A.D. 1290
We returned to Castle Gaza
Well into the mid-night
Much of the garrison we left behind we're still awake;
My loyal knights, sergeants, men at arms
We're overladen with people;
Towns empty, townspeople secure within our towering palisade
Even their livestock; hoards were left and hidden
Closer towns were ordered within the ramparts of city walls
Our strength was the long escarpment which faced the sea
If the infidels want to attack from that venue; come...come
They know better, and will try to find a crease in our fortress
Days....weeks.....or months, we'll be ready
Ludd was a misfortune, a ****** beyond our umbrella;
Never again will this happen under my watch
I extended the perimeter of our municipality
Will introduce this measure at the next Grand Council
There was much to do, decisions to be made to protect the people
The treaty was broken, so it seems, after the debacle in Ludd
I dispatched an emissary to Acre to advise Our Grand Master
Until we get our orders, we will defend our defilade
My mind was in utter denial upon returning from Ludd
Caged by this young lady, a nun to boot, named Dagung; on horse
Chasing after our brigade relentlessly, hoofs digging the earth
Then “Please my lord, may I accompany you to Castle Gaza?”
After that slight curve of my lips, tried as I could; I failed to say no
Why? I don't know what beauty is, but I can't take my eyes off her
Dagung would not leave my mind, but now what do I do ?
Good God, my ***** and *****; sensitive to the touch
My problem is my lack of proclivities.....of..of....a, the female
This, I was not taught. Is this not a concept to be learned ?
She, once a ******, ravaged by truculent *******
Me - warrior, monk, Templar Knight and Master at Gaza;
A ******; only of recent time understanding how a woman gets pregnant
From my perspective and upbringing
A female of this apotheosis may as well come from another existence
Or times past, or, of futures unknown
Perhaps a separate species
Before I could allow her into the Knights Templar castle
Dagung was safe within the city walls
My squire Geoffroi hired a few maidens
To prep her and look after her needs
By now she is in one of our guest rooms
Waiting on me
(to be continued)
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The battle at Ludd for all intents and purposes was a defeat. Granted, the enemy was wiped out, but Sir Thomas and his men got to Ludd to late; the loss of life of the townsfolk was inexcusable. Sir Thomas did save a young nun named Dagung. He left her in Ludd but she followed he and his men in route back to Gaza Castle. Sir Thomas was a warrior and a monk. With much to ponder, his mind went elsewhere:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Writings from the archives of Sir
Thomas de Charney
About A.D. 1290
We returned to Castle Gaza
Well into the mid-night
Much of the garrison we left behind we're still awake;
My loyal knights, sergeants, men at arms
We're overladen with people;
Towns empty, townspeople secure within our towering palisade
Even their livestock; hoards were left and hidden
Closer towns were ordered within the ramparts of city walls
Our strength was the long escarpment which faced the sea
If the infidels want to attack from that venue; come...come
They know better, and will try to find a crease in our fortress
Days....weeks.....or months, we'll be ready
Ludd was a misfortune, a ****** beyond our umbrella;
Never again will this happen under my watch
I extended the perimeter of our municipality
Will introduce this measure at the next Grand Council
There was much to do, decisions to be made to protect the people
The treaty was broken, so it seems, after the debacle in Ludd
I dispatched an emissary to Acre to advise Our Grand Master
Until we get our orders, we will defend our defilade
My mind was in utter denial upon returning from Ludd
Caged by this young lady, a nun to boot, named Dagung; on horse
Chasing after our brigade relentlessly, hoofs digging the earth
Then “Please my lord, may I accompany you to Castle Gaza?”
After that slight curve of my lips, tried as I could; I failed to say no
Why? I don't know what beauty is, but I can't take my eyes off her
Dagung would not leave my mind, but now what do I do ?
Good God, my ***** and *****; sensitive to the touch
My problem is my lack of proclivities.....of..of....a, the female
This, I was not taught. Is this not a concept to be learned ?
She, once a ******, ravaged by truculent *******
Me - warrior, monk, Templar Knight and Master at Gaza;
A ******; only of recent time understanding how a woman gets pregnant
From my perspective and upbringing
A female of this apotheosis may as well come from another existence
Or times past, or, of futures unknown
Perhaps a separate species
Before I could allow her into the Knights Templar castle
Dagung was safe within the city walls
My squire Geoffroi hired a few maidens
To prep her and look after her needs
By now she is in one of our guest rooms
Waiting on me
(to be continued)
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