The rain down heavy that night. Thunder rumbled overhead and bolts of lighting struck the ground around him. He had been engaged in rare nightime battle against the Normans.

He ignored the heaviness of his rain soaked tunic, as he fought the invaders. He also ignored the arrows, spears, and bolts of lighting that hit the ground around.

A Norman came rushing towards him from his right. Justice turned quickly and swung his sword at the Norman. His sword hit the attacker’s shield.

The two continued to exchange blows until until he sliced his attacker ’s right arm. Justice finished him as he fell to his knees.

The fighters stepped over bodies of the dead and wounded as they moved around the field of battle. The moans of the wounded could be heard as they were stepped on them while the rain washed away the blood of the fallen.

As the battle raged around him, he looked at the bodies. He stopped for that brief moment. He thought of some unarmed village that he and the other fellow warriors destroyed earlier that day. They had been told that heretics of some sort existed in this village.

He saw the faces of the victims both male and female as well as young and old. He and his army dispensed them without a decency of a trial.

The sight of another Norman attacker snapped him back to the battle.

The battle raged for another four hours before the Normans retreated by the leaving the meadows.

As the thunderstorm continued, Justice and the other buried their dead and burned the Norman dead. They slayed the wounded Normans.

The battles of the last year had aged the twenty-three year old Justice.

Justice had no desire to be a knight or a foot soldier. He had no desire for war, but his father made the choice for him. His father, a baron, desired more land and money, so he sold his son into the service of the king. Justice wanted the artisan life.

He had a passion for the arts and music. He tried to convince his father to let him study, but the father’s desired a of bigger castle and estate blinded him. His father wanted lordship, so he his son to the King’s army.

His desire left Justice laying cot under a leaking tent in some English meadow while his father, as Justice could picture, having a warm meal and drinking himself to a stupor on wine totally unconcern about Justine’ current circumstances.

This night Justice put his desires first. He made the decision to leave. This would make him traitor and loose favor in his father eyes. His father might even be looked on in destain by the king. Let his father be resigned to his own fate. He resigned to have Justice suffer inconvenience while he lived quite comfortably.

He waited untile the guards fell into a drunken stupier. He mounted his horse and headed to Scotland. He had of the Prophetess Catherine mentioned by some of captive heritiics. They claimed that she heard from God. He decided to her.