least it was, till Ser Barrington Bonehead's shower nicked it!
This rash purloining received full approval on Bonehead's part, an approval which has now reached the ears of the King. Bringing King Harry’s retinue hotfooting up the Great Yorkshire Road to teach him the error of his ways. The good, Bishop Bonc, once again fearing for the thatched roof of his church tries to bring calm to soon to be much troubled waters.
Predictably the good Bishop’s desperate prattlings fall upon deaf ears…
More by good luck than good management Ser Nobbalot, King Harry's Champion, arrives on Ser Barrington Bonehead's lands just as the Ale cart hove's into view.
Bishop Bonc's panic stricken ringing of the Church bells brings firstly, the peasants running from the field to sanctuary.
Secondly Ser Barrington Bonehead and his shower thundering over the drawbridge of his dilapidated Castle!
A distant trumpet heralds the arrival of the one and only...
King Harry the Lionfart of England!
King Harry thunders into combat scattering de Plonka's Men-at-Arms to the four winds.
Charging on he reaches the bridge and enters the fray along alongside Ser Nobbalot.
Both sides fighting men pour into the fight.
Both sides archers add to the confusion, raining arrows into the melee.
Mass slaughter takes place around the tiny bridge, spreading to the nearby hill and erupting with fury in Bishop Bonc's Churchyard!
Ser Peter de Plonka is first unhorsed, then quickly cut down, by an English Knight. Ser Nobbalot falls to a welter of blows, and King Harry is unhorsed.
Surrounded by French Knights and Men-at-Arms, King Harry the Lionfart falls!
Bishop Bonc is felled, the scabby flock are massacred.
The English make off home with the Clergy's treasure chest and their liberated wagon of booze...
On the hilltop near the tiny bridge de Plonka's Knights celebrate a great victory. Ser Peter de Plonka himself has been found, seriously wounded, and carried back to be tended by his Castle's surgeons..
this same, but crueler fate, has befallen King Harry the Lionfart, dragged from a mound of English dead, chained and taken to Castle de Plonka. A catastrophe for England, a mere crate of booze and a couple of gold candlesticks, will be as nothing to de Plonka's ransom demands!
