Originally Posted by
Gandalfus
The Count of Boulogne had been approaching the Tower of David, soaked in sweat and gore, when the banners of Raymond of Toulouse were raised high over it. Orders were barked in Frankish, and soon enough the men of Boulogne had surrounded it.
“Tell your master to come out and speak with the Count of Boulogne.”
Eustace bellowed at one of the Occitan’s men, the order just about heard over the sounds of slaughter. He buried his sword in the dirt and leaned upon it, joints and muscles screaming at him from hours of use.