The march on Clare

**Adamat** · December 09, 2012, 08:33 AM

After having resupplied and rested at Limerick, the English army of 2925 men is on the move again. The target; Clare.

**Alexandrine** · December 09, 2012, 09:15 AM

Beside him, is his humble and loyal squire, William de Beaufort. "Are we there yet?"

**Adamat** · December 09, 2012, 09:21 AM

"Almost, lad, almost. Take it easy. Are you ready to fight? We'll be going up the walls ourselves this time around."

**Alexandrine** · December 09, 2012, 09:36 AM

The idea of getting into a fight himself made him wonder why he went on this journey in the first place. As he saw many, a thousand or so, die last time. He didn't want to die! He was far too young for it. And way to handsome anyway. "I will go as you lead, your grace." he said as a dutiful squire. However, he wasn't as dutiful at all. "But isn't better that we are behind the men, to guide them from there. We might have a nice overview."

**Adamat** · December 09, 2012, 09:54 AM

The duke chuckled. "Last time we stayed back, we lost more than a thousand men. They need to see us fight by example for their morale."

**Alexandrine** · December 09, 2012, 10:00 AM

Well, it was a fantastic plan, it wasn't his fault that the duke couldn't lead from behind and now he had to pay the price of it. It was not fair at all. "Perhaps we should divide ourselves. If you go and fight, I will make sure from behind that all goes well, or better then last time."

**Adamat** · December 09, 2012, 10:15 AM

Bartholomew gave the boy a clout to the ear, but without much conviction. "You're going up there, and you're going to kill at least five Irish, yes?"

**Alexandrine** · December 10, 2012, 06:33 AM

William had an expression on his face, that suggested that his ear was cut off instead of a simple slap. The pain! Oh Gods! What a horrible feeling! "Yes m'lord." I just don't want to die.

**Adamat** · December 10, 2012, 08:33 AM

"Good. Now you stay close to me, and i'll make sure we don't get killed. Look, in the distance. Clare." Bartholomew spurred his horse on a bit, towards the silhouette of the settlement.

**Alexandrine** · December 10, 2012, 09:08 AM

He was not really comforted with the words of the duke, he managed to kill a thousand of his own men, who would guarantee him the gift of life in the care of such a warmonger? But he was happy to see Clare, it seemed a miserable city - quite Irish. Hopefully this time they had more luck. He quickly rode after his master.

**Adamat** · December 10, 2012, 09:27 AM

The duke started pointing everywhere, calling for siege equipment and camps to be set up.

**Alexandrine** · December 10, 2012, 09:33 AM

Meanwhile, William made himself comfortable on a chair and took a sip of his drink.

**Adamat** · December 10, 2012, 09:42 AM

The Duke pulled away the chair and told his lazy squire to get working on a siege tower.

**Alexandrine** · December 10, 2012, 09:49 AM

Lying on the ground, William looked to the siege tower, it looked like awful hard work. "My lord, perhaps it is better for me to clean your sword? As a proper squire?"