Albion Rising: A Henry Frederick Timeline
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Well, a young member of the Clan miraculously seems to survive the battle but is later banished...
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I wonder if Neil MacTraitor would realized he slain Alexander Johnson the Decoy Boy and not actually Prince Henry Frederick, would he just flaunt Alexander's death as a false morale boost for his men or what?
If he did that and his men saw Henry in the flesh and not dead, they would be very angry with Neil who would lose his position as chief and would either die or be exiled.
Caught up as I am on holiday in Scotland so been delayed in responding. Great last few chapters - I hope the Queen has firm control over George V.
The Prince goi g on walkabout is a good idea, the decoy is a good idea. I hope Prince Henry is able to talk to Neil and either figure something out- or kill the traitor.
The Prince goi g on walkabout is a good idea, the decoy is a good idea. I hope Prince Henry is able to talk to Neil and either figure something out- or kill the traitor.
A duel between Henry and Neil would be great. But, it is 250% unlikely. Hopefully, Neil learns not to mess with England.
Considering Henry's life was too precious to risk learning how to swim OTL, I doubt he would risk a duel.
Huh? I agree about the duel, but he must have learned to swim - he didn't drown in the Thames, he caught typhoid and died of it shortly thereafter...
You mean Scotland surely. Henry is there ss Duke of Rothesay representative of the King of Scotland/Scots.
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Would you rather let one of your possibly incompetent lords do the heavy work or would you rather let your possibly strong heir apparent do the work?
Chapter 70: The Grit: Lewis Pt 5
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Chapter 70: The Grit: Lewis Pt 5
September, 1611
The Prince watched the fighting from his horse. He heard the screams of the men, both his and the enemy’s and he wanted to get involved, but he knew he couldn’t, not yet anyway. They had a plan, a plan he had created and he had to stand by it. No matter how much the screams of the dying infiltrated his mind and scared him.
He had not originally planned for this, but then he’d noticed how Angus had reacted to something that Fergus Morrison had said, and that had gotten him curious. He’d watched Macleod and then ordered one of his men to follow him. The man had been meeting with Macleod. It seemed Angus and Macleod were cousins of some sort. Thus, Henry had suspected that they were being set up.
He’d then devised this plan. He’d command from the rear, Sir Edward would command from the front, and Alexander Johnson, the whipping boy, would take Henry’s nominal place, and they’d go from there. As he watched the chaos unfold, Henry was convinced he’d made the right choice. At least for now. Something might happen in the mean time that would convince him otherwise.
“Your Highness.” A voice said then.
Henry turned to his right and saw John Harington looking at him. “What is it, John?” He asked.
“Look!” His friend said, gesturing his gauntleted hand to a point just in front of them.
Henry followed his friend’s hand and then gasped. “Is that Alexander?”
There was a man dressed in the armour that Henry had, fighting a man who looked like a complete brute. They were exchanging blows, and words were exchanged and then something horrific happened. Henry watched with his own eyes as the brute brought down Alexander and buried his axe in his face. “No!” Henry screamed. Alexander was dead. Someone he knew was dead, and it was his fault.
He forgot all about the plans he had made, he forgot about prudence and urged his horse forward. The bastard who had killed Alexander would pay. Henry was distantly aware of John Harington and of David Murray calling after him. He ignored them and moved forward. His horse galloping toward the enemy.
Henry drew his sword and as he got within range he swung. He just missed the man, but turned his horse around and moved back. He swung again and this time he cut the man on the top of his arm. The man grunted. Henry turned his horse around again and moved toward him. The man pulled his axe out of Alexander’s face and charged toward Henry.
They met in a great crash of steel. Sparks flew, and Henry grunted. It was hard to keep balance whilst atop a horse and fighting a man as strong as this bastard. Henry could vaguely make out that the man was grinning, which only infuriated him more. He broke their contact and swung harder and to the right, striking the man on the shoulder. The man grunted and then stepped back.
Henry urged his horse on to follow. The man grunted and then came at him. Henry blocked one swing, parried another and then got his own in. The man grunted again, but this time didn’t step back, if anything he stepped forward. Before Henry knew what was happening, his horse was whinnying in protest and was starting to buckle.
Alarmed, Henry looked at the man and then at his horse and saw that the man’s axe was buried in the horse. Henry struggled to get free from the buckles that held him into the saddle, he had to sheathe his sword and then when he was finally free, he jumped down, just as his horse crashed to the ground, blood spurting out from the wound. The man grabbed his axe and advanced toward Henry.
Henry drew his sword out again and charged at the man. This time, the ground was more even, they fought and turned. The man fought brutally but efficiently, and Henry had to remind himself of what he’d been taught. He paced himself. Swinging here, feinting there, waiting for the right moment to strike. The man seemed to be observing him, looking for any sign of weakness. Henry was determined not to give it to him.
The man stepped back then, and another figure appeared. This one was tallish, but not as tall as the other man. He swung at Henry, Henry blocked one swing, then another, then a third, before replying with a few swings of his own. He eventually got close enough to see the man’s exposed neck. He swung with all his might, felt a crunch, and a groan and then the man was falling, blood seeping out. Henry stepped back and blinked in shock. He’d never killed anyone before. This was…this was something.
The other man came forward then. He seemed angry, angrier perhaps was the right word. His chest was moving up and down in a rapid sequence. Henry watched, and blinked. Still unsure if he’d really just killed another person, but knowing that the red stains on his sword were most definitely blood. The man charged him and Henry had to raise his sword up quickly to block the attack.
The man kept coming though, swinging aggressively, pushing forward with intent. Refusing to stop. Moving and moving, swinging with everything he had. Henry turned and twisted and used the tools in his mind to try and prevent himself from getting seriously hurt. By and large he succeeded, but there were times when the man broke through and he got hit. He would wince, grunt and then continue.
This continued for a little while until the man was out of breath, chest heaving. Henry took a breath of his own and then countered. He swung, he ducked, he dodged, and then he was ramming into the man. Pushing and shoving, his sword forgotten. The man’s axe was hanging limply at his side, Henry sensed an opportunity, he just needed to get the man in the right place. And then before he knew it, Henry was on his arse on the ground and the man was running. Running far, far away. Henry blinked and wondered how that had happened.
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He thought that his plan would be an high IQ move by making his honorable whipping boy Alexander Johnson as a decoy masquerading has himself. Welp, he's just another casuality and he's has only himself to blame for the plan that had backfired spectacularly.