Victor, (The Age of Arthur 1202-1252ce)
The twelfth battle was on Mount Badon in which there fell in one day 960 men from one charge by Arthur; and no one struck them down except Arthur himself, and in all the wars he emerged as victor.
Written by Anonymous author of Historia Brittonum (c. 828, traditionally credited to Nennius),
A soft summer breeze swept through her grey locks as she griped the harsh cold stone of Mirabeau Castle just south of Chinon. https://www.alternatehistory.com/fo...ustin/Documents/Arthur Plantagenet.docx#_edn1She looked down on the some 250 armed men, gallantly dressed with their riveted helmets, chain mail armor; with their gilded arms possessing crossbows, swords and lances. A simple minded peasant might believe that this woman, who strode upon her castle like a colossus, to be some prideful old crown who refused to give up her land to a more youthful lord. However, this Crone happened to not only be the wife of a king, the mother to three kings, but also Duchess of Aquitaine in her own right.
“Come down to us peacefully Grandmother, as we wish you and your compatriots no harm.” A voice emerged from the helmed young face of her grandson. He possessed the thick russet hair of the devils brood. Although, he was only six and ten, the young duke commanded his army with supposed grace and determination of his namesake. Arthur may have spoken words of peace, but his men kept their eyes within the line of sight of their crossbows focused squarely at her majesty and her knights.
“I have only come out to take air, Sweet Arthur, we had a long ride from Fontevraud and I must await news from your good uncle Johnnie.” Eleanor replied with the haughty assuredness that only seventy eight years of life could establish.
“There are nearly eight miles between this castle and Le Mans, my dear uncle the Softsword will fail to rise to the occasion as he always has.” Arthur should as he gripped the reins of his horse, as they paced back and forth in front of that proud golden lion on his banners.
“He will come and with such a fury that the likes of which you have never witness…”Her words were cut short whistle through the air, and the force of a fine piece of wood impacting her chest. The arrow pierced through her polished breast plate, and nestled in the soft flesh of her right breast. She could feel the warmth of her blood begin to flow through the gown beneath her heavy armor.
The queen consort could hear the faint roar of her grandson shouting the word no as soon as the sole arrow was launched through the late July sky.[ii] She could feel that same air rustle around her as the lunged forward off the high castle’s walls. Like the thunderbolts of Jove of old, the mighty queen fell upon the earth with same force as she did when she reigned over it.
Thus was how Eleanor, by the Grace of God, Queen of the English, Queen of the Franks, Duchess of the Normans, Duchess of the Aquitanians and Countess of the Angevins died…Befallen by a trigger happy member of the future King Arthur and his noble knights.
Written by Alys Langton, “The Lioness of the Angevins,” New Bristol Press (2013)
https://www.alternatehistory.com/fo...in/Documents/Arthur Plantagenet.docx#_ednref1 The Seige of Mirabeau Castle, ca July19th 1202
[ii] The POD, the early death of Eleanor will have a profound impact on John’s relief of the siege
The twelfth battle was on Mount Badon in which there fell in one day 960 men from one charge by Arthur; and no one struck them down except Arthur himself, and in all the wars he emerged as victor.
Written by Anonymous author of Historia Brittonum (c. 828, traditionally credited to Nennius),
A soft summer breeze swept through her grey locks as she griped the harsh cold stone of Mirabeau Castle just south of Chinon. https://www.alternatehistory.com/fo...ustin/Documents/Arthur Plantagenet.docx#_edn1She looked down on the some 250 armed men, gallantly dressed with their riveted helmets, chain mail armor; with their gilded arms possessing crossbows, swords and lances. A simple minded peasant might believe that this woman, who strode upon her castle like a colossus, to be some prideful old crown who refused to give up her land to a more youthful lord. However, this Crone happened to not only be the wife of a king, the mother to three kings, but also Duchess of Aquitaine in her own right.
“Come down to us peacefully Grandmother, as we wish you and your compatriots no harm.” A voice emerged from the helmed young face of her grandson. He possessed the thick russet hair of the devils brood. Although, he was only six and ten, the young duke commanded his army with supposed grace and determination of his namesake. Arthur may have spoken words of peace, but his men kept their eyes within the line of sight of their crossbows focused squarely at her majesty and her knights.
“I have only come out to take air, Sweet Arthur, we had a long ride from Fontevraud and I must await news from your good uncle Johnnie.” Eleanor replied with the haughty assuredness that only seventy eight years of life could establish.
“There are nearly eight miles between this castle and Le Mans, my dear uncle the Softsword will fail to rise to the occasion as he always has.” Arthur should as he gripped the reins of his horse, as they paced back and forth in front of that proud golden lion on his banners.
“He will come and with such a fury that the likes of which you have never witness…”Her words were cut short whistle through the air, and the force of a fine piece of wood impacting her chest. The arrow pierced through her polished breast plate, and nestled in the soft flesh of her right breast. She could feel the warmth of her blood begin to flow through the gown beneath her heavy armor.
The queen consort could hear the faint roar of her grandson shouting the word no as soon as the sole arrow was launched through the late July sky.[ii] She could feel that same air rustle around her as the lunged forward off the high castle’s walls. Like the thunderbolts of Jove of old, the mighty queen fell upon the earth with same force as she did when she reigned over it.
Thus was how Eleanor, by the Grace of God, Queen of the English, Queen of the Franks, Duchess of the Normans, Duchess of the Aquitanians and Countess of the Angevins died…Befallen by a trigger happy member of the future King Arthur and his noble knights.
Written by Alys Langton, “The Lioness of the Angevins,” New Bristol Press (2013)
https://www.alternatehistory.com/fo...in/Documents/Arthur Plantagenet.docx#_ednref1 The Seige of Mirabeau Castle, ca July19th 1202
[ii] The POD, the early death of Eleanor will have a profound impact on John’s relief of the siege