Short tale.
‘One moment, comrade, I’m an old dog and know how to do these things. The first is to put my helmet on the tip of the bow. You open the door slowly and I present the bait to those scoundrels, if by chance they are there waiting to slit our throats.
They did so, and no sooner opened the door and peered through it, the helmet, he received a tremendous blow and broke the cries of the murderers. But before they could repeat the blow Simon’s sword flashed, and one of his enemies fell pierced through and through.
– Go ahead! Follow me, and to them! cried Simon, and opening wide the door were launched three English outside the room, knocking down two men violently in their path and down the stairs in a hurry.
The screams started from the lower floor, brightly lit lobby where some torches stuck in the trophies adorning the walls. In front of one of three doors to the hall could be seen the bloodied corpses of the steward and his wife, this one with the severed head of the trunk and one through his body by a pike. And next to them, also dead, three servants of the castle, destroyed and reports as if they had fallen on a pack of wolves. At the door immediately, and Baron DUGUESCLIN Morel, half dressed and poorly armed, were murderers at bay, in the eyes of both warriors sinister light shone the fire of battle and before them the corpses piled enemies
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