The Long-Suffering Adventures of King Mihangel
3 December, 936 Anno Domini"You look-different my Liege".
"You too Cyndyddan".
King and Bishop pondered for a moment.
"New crown?"
"New beard?"
"Oh, that's it. Anyway, what's the plan for today?"
"My liege, reports have come in of some gross-looking peasants in Devon. I recommend hiring a Court Physician to ensure nobody important dies."
"Start the search then. How goes the Crusade?"
"Too early to tell my Liege. The Caliph has twenty thousand men and is half the world away. I despair of the Crusade's success, to be honest. Our armies will stagger into the Holy Land a few hundred at a time and be picked off by the unified Saracens."
"Well, we can Deus Vult right here at home. Call the banners, we march on Jorvik."
"Are you sure my Liege, the Danes will join them."
"The Danes are fighting their own war against the Geats. We march on Jorvik."
8 January, 937 Anno DominiWe trap the Norse army in the town of Boston and surrounding fields. We hammer the disorganized pagans with repeated longbow volleys from the woods, followed by light cavalry and infantry riding down the survivors, only to melt away again.
22 JanuaryAfter almost a month of constant fighting in the bitter cold, the Nords break and run for Jorvik in a disorganized, scattered retreat. We move in to pursue and siege. We also manage to find a drunken eunuch lying round who seems to know about medicine. Better than nothing.