Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
“So havinge ridd me wel of Vol, and by my hoep and secreat intilligence
these were thayr entire flete that was nowe al sonken and putt to
distruccioun by mee, and trewly hit was a paltry werk and light, so few
they were agaynst my foarce agaynst them, I dyd comme alande att the
place hyghte Grunda by the northe perte of the frith wher the watere
owt of Breakingdal falleth into the se. Here I made make my campe with
the rampyres thereof reachynge to the schore of the salt se baithe
befoare and behynde of me, and drew in supplies and brent and slawe
and sent forth hoarsmen to bryng mee in intelligence. And on the iv
daie hadd notise of a gret powre and strengtht cumming at me from sowth
out of Owleswyke to assaille mee in Grunda. And dyd fyghte agaynst
them and dyd flinge them backe beinge iv or v thowsand souldiers. Who
returning nexte daie towarde Owlswyke I dyd followe aftir, and so
toke them facynge me in a plaise cauled Crosbie Owtsykes where they
did make shifte to kepe the phords and passages of Ethrey river very
stronge. Heare was bifaln an horable great murtheringe battell where
Thy Servaunte dyd oppresse and overthrowe with mitch dexteritee those
Daemons, makynge of them so bluddie and creuell a slawghter as hathe
not been sene afore not once nor twice in mans memorye, and blythely I
tel you of Vizze theyr cheefe capitaine kild and ded of strips taken at
Crosby felde.
“Soe have I nowe in the holow of my hand by thys victorie the conquest
and possession of al thys lande of Daemonlande, and doe nowe purpose to
dele with thayr castels villages riches cattell howssys and peopell in
my waye on al thys estren seaborde within L miells compas with rapes
and murtheres and burnyngs and all harsche dyscypline according to
your Majesties wille. And do stande with mine armie befoare Owleswyk,
bluddie Spitfyer’s notable great castel and forteres that alone yet
liveth in this lande of your daungerous grivious and malitious arche
enymies, and the same Spitfire being att my cominge fledde into the
mowntaynes all do submytt and become your Majesties vassalls. But I
wyll nat conclud nor determyn of peace no not with man weoman nor
chyld of them but kyll them al, havinge always befoare my minde the
satisfactioun of your Princely Pleasure.
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