As the mist cleared the small highland abode of a Scottish clansman came into sight of young Henry and his lord. Henry was the youngest son of his father a Saxon lord who’s only meager processions were that of a few arable acres in the south of Cornwall.

Henry had been sent to live with his lord so that he could learn the art of the squire. And as the horses came to a stop in front of the shack a bewildered Scotsman and his two oldest son flung open the door spear in hand and a look of great anxiety on their heavely bearded face.

“May I take your shield my lord”, said Henry as it is proper of a squire and as his father had taught him. But the lord refused and hopped down from his high mount, approaching the man and sons with a noble boldness, the lord had seen the scots in a recent raid upon one of his northern most estates and had token this an insult. The man now seeing who had come to confront him summoned his youngest son who bearing a sword gave it to his father. Henrys lord seeing this a challenge attacked without warning a fierceness un common to such an incident.

The man parried the blow stepping aside and slashing down cutting the lords ankles, he then darted to the lords head kicking with a bare foot but henry’s lord was not as crippled as it had seemed and stabbed upwards with his razor sharp dagger stabbing the man in the foot. Seeing this the oldest son of the scot came forth stabbing the lord through the shoulder and once more through the neck. Henry step back aghast at what had become of his lord, which was a bloody beaten horror, the killers then turned to a him and smiled would he be beaten and killed as his lord he wondered then from behind he felt a strong blow on the back of his head, a trickle of blood and a cold shudder as he hit the dewy ground unconsciencious and unaware of what was to happen.

It was the crack of dawn and McCalliman had been awoken been by the clattering of hooves down the rocky road a bit. He had not been expecting company but he was not worried for he himself was the a famed highland warrior who had beat back many an English charge and had even stood ground against a McDougall chieftain by the north sea. With this assurance in his mind he brought forth his eldest son Brian and second Calam.And as he stepped outside saw with much content that it was a Norman lord who compared to the majestic highland race were held feeble and weak. The Norman after stepping down from his mount attacked but was easily parried and therefore beaten McCalliman suffered but one small injury and had gained a slave

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  • the main man on May 24, 2007

    nice job stupid

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