Strasbourg: The Duc de Maine once again led his forces against Metz. Numerous scouts deployed around the column and bodyguards protected the military leaders tightly. The supply train had a double watch. This time there would be no chances taken which would allow the heretic fanatics a victory. Nonetheless, the scouts soon ran into ambushing parties. The first bridge exploded under the vanguard. Attrition began to nibble at scouts and the vanguard alike though the Elders of God too took their losses. But the Radicals saw their deaths as glorious ascents to heavenly reward whereas French morale was fragile after their previous campaigns. Though the French commander had forbidden reprisals, he was soon powerless to prevent them and faced with a conspiracy of silence in the midst of them. He soon gave up hanging soldiers for it. Morale was bad enough. For all the attrition though there was little the Elders of God could do with their limited numbers to prevent the French from reaching Strasbourg once again. The site of their camp was wholly new and several attempts to raid it or bomb it were frustrated. Soon, the Duke was able to deploy his artillery and begin his bombardment of the city. It was long. The Elders of God frequently resorted to nighttime sorties, but none succeeded in breaking into the well-fortified camp. Still, French casualties continued to rise. But the city held.
France: The political balance continues to rest on a fine edge, but the truce held. The regent’s brother and deputy, Armand, was irritated that his brother of Provence had won Nizza while his own family were making only slow progress at Strasbourg. All eyes were on the city and much would depend on the outcome of the siege. Gabriel D’Annebault set sail with two ships in the early Spring and crossed the Atlantic without incident. But he was ordered out of the sea of many islands by the Spanish governor whose strong squadron enforced his wish. D’Annebault sailed north and soon came to the mighty landmass. It seemed rather far south for Vinland, but he persevered and the weather in time became less warm. By June, he was in more northerly climes. Then, alas, the Rose of Nantes struck shoals and was irreparably damaged. The sailors soon had to make landfall to alleviate the crowding on the remaining ship and desperately to seek supplies.