Originally Posted by
Barry Goldwater
"Ride to Caerleon's gates and drive a lance through that bastard Caradog's head myself, if I have to." At the thought, Roger smiled wryly. "I can still ride a horse, after all. But more realistically, probably wait for Mar of Gloucester to pay Maria's ransom and retrieve her from the clutches of the Welsh. Marry her, bed her, pray to the Lord for healthy children, and help my father and brother against the Danes if I can." His tenants had been raised too long by the end of the Welsh campaign, and went home shortly after their final defeat. They would not answer any summons to war this day or the next to be sure, like any other mortal they needed time to rest before even considering picking up the sword and ax at Roger's call.