The King was approaching. His eyes widened when he saw me. "You have been to hell and back." I nodded, "And my son?" "He lives. He is with the ones who surrendered. There are not many." "I will honour you for your deed. I have never seen such reckless courage." He nodded towards my son, "If you are half the knight your father is then we will have the two greatest knights in Christendom fighting for England and Normandy." He and his entourage entered and we wandered down to the camp. I needed to bathe. I was not certain if I had been wounded but I had felt many blows. This would be a true test of the skills of Alf my armourer. Dick and the archers, along with the rest of my men at arms joined me. Dick shook his head, "I am sorry, my lord. They may have stolen the idea of fire from my arrows." "And their use was my decision. Thank you for clearing the walls. You saved us." "We should have brought all of our archers my lord." He came closer. "Some of these others are piss poor bow men. Give me English archers every time." Dick was forthright in his views as was Wulfric.
