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Chapter 77: Gascon
June, 1301
Edward looked through the papers on his desk, the letter from Alphonso was concerning, but he was confident that his son could handle the matter, the boy had proved himself after all. He put those concerns to the side and looked at his commanders. They were getting closer to the final battle, he knew, and thus he wanted to be sure of what was coming.
“How many men do the French have?” He asked.
“Our sources put them at fifteen thousand, Sire.” John De Warenne, Earl of Surrey said.
“Quite the decrease from their last offensive.” Edward remarked which drew a laugh from his commanders. The last battle they’d fought had been a bloody one, but it had seen a French retreat and a English advance.
“Quite, Sire.” Surrey said. “We’ve got reason to believe that this will be the last proper offensive that King Philippe will launch, as the alliance with Flanders seems to have worked and the man is now rebelling.”
Edward nodded, he’d had to offer an arm and what felt like a leg to get the Count of Flanders to agree to rebel against the King of France. “Excellent. That should give him concern for some time as well as his brother. Is the King present at this battlefield?” One thing he had to say was that this new King of France was much more reluctant to command his troops in person, or at least from the front, unlike his father and grandfather, both of whom had commanded from the front.
“He is, Sire.” Surrey replied. “Our scouts report that he intends to command from the front.”
“That is quite the change.” Edward commented, he wondered what had inspired such a change in heart, then he remembered. “Where is the Count of Valois then?” His son by marriage had done a great job in commanding in a previous battle, and it seemed the rumour Edward had had his spies spread in the French camp had worked.
“He is being tasked with commanding the baggage, Sire.” Surrey said.
Edward looked at his brother Edmund, Earl of Lancaster and the man nodded. “Our scouts report seeing Valois standard flying over the baggage. Sooner or later this was bound to happen.”
“Indeed.” Edward said. “However, it does make one wonder if the King will be more defensive now, without his best commander in the field right next to him.”
Henry de Lacy, his close friend and Earl of Lincoln spoke then. “Not necessarily. If anything, by changing the order of command around, King Philippe has shown that the words you have used have had an effect on him, Sire. That would mean he will try and be bolder, and as such he might do something rash.”
“Lord Lincoln is right, Sire.” Surrey said. “King Philippe is not known for aggression, but if he has decided to remove his brother from the front command, he will need to be aggressive, as tactics dictate. That will mean he will make mistakes.”
Edward nodded, that made sense. It did make him wonder if he should change his order of command as well, but he decided against it. The order had worked previously, and so he saw no need to change it now. “Very well, and how is the morale of our own troops?”
Roger Bigod, Earl of Norfolk and Earl Marshal and a man who had extracted much from this campaign spoke then. “The troops are positive, Sire. They know that the chance of victory completely looms.”
Edward smiled. “Excellent. Well then gentlemen, the commands shall be as before.” With that he rose, nodded to his men, watched as they bowed, straightened and then left. He called for his squires and then waited as they fixed his armour on him. He knew the challenges that lay ahead. He also knew that victory today could end this business.
Once he was armoured, he walked out of the tent and got onto his horse, he took a breath and then moved his horse forward, soon others joined him and they were riding away from the campsite and toward a site where battle could be given. The ground was flat, but the sun was shining the other way, meaning it would be in the French soldiers’ faces. His men had dug some pits and kept them hidden, for when the initial charge came, and rendered the French insipid.
As the lines began to form up, the priests came and prayers were said, he hoped to live through this battle to go home and see Eleanor again and then see Alphonso and tell him just how proud he was of him. He took a moment and then the horns sounded and the battle was about to begin. He steeled himself and said a word to God, and then they were off.