m52nickerson
11-27-2005, 08:47
My name is Stashu Maraczka, a conscript of the Polish common wealth. In my years of service I have written about many battles, reporting the valour of Polish heros, and singing the praises of our Victories. This is the first time I shall write about the valour of an Enemy.
It was a warm spring day when this event happened. Just a few months before the now ending winter our army had defeated the Byzantine Emperor in Battle, were most of his troops were killed, or taken prisoner. The Emperor managed to flee the field and hold up in the castle that stood in Serbia. It was this day that the assault on the castle took place.
Our General send men to break down the gate, since we had no proper seige weapons. After many losses they complete there task and rushed forward. I can not say what transpired inside, but a few moments later a few of our men were running out of the gate. Behind them I beheld the Emperor of the Byzantine empire. He sat upon a huge stead, with a sparkling crown on his head. He paused only for a moment at the gate house looking at his foes before him. I can tell you what he did next, but I can not tell you why. Perhaps he knew that he and his empire would fall that day, and did not want to waste more lives. Perhaps it was the sadness of the loss of two sons a few months earlier. We will never know what his motives were.
The Emperor took up his lance, adjusted his position on his horse and charged. He was coming forth to meet his enemies. At this moment all of our men just stood and gazed upon this man, his armor gleaming in the mid morning sun, as he rode hard down the slope towards us. For what seemed the longest time there was no sound, just the movement of man and beast. This state was broken by our sergeant, asking our general "My Lord, shall the arbalesters fire?" The general did not answer, he just continued to gaze to the Emperor charging towards our front lines. "My lord! Shall they fire?" the sergeant asked once again. Our general paused. Just before the sergeant was about to implore him once more the general said softly "Yes, fire."
"FIRE!" the sergeant yelled. As his command was echoed down the lines the arbalesters let there bolts go. The Emperor's horse was hit and slammed head first into the ground. The Byzantine Emperor was thrown forward, and lied still. Just as all thought that he suffered a fatal blow, he stirred. Slowly he forced himself to his feet. It was apparent by his movement that he was badly injured, but he still found the strength to draw his sword and take one step towards us.
One step was all he got. Multiple bolts pierced his chest plate and he fell back words with him sword over his head. Like his armies, he had fought with honour and courage. Our general instructed our men to prepare the body to be taken to Constantinople. It was there were the Emperor was lied to rest on what was his royal grounds.
It was a warm spring day when this event happened. Just a few months before the now ending winter our army had defeated the Byzantine Emperor in Battle, were most of his troops were killed, or taken prisoner. The Emperor managed to flee the field and hold up in the castle that stood in Serbia. It was this day that the assault on the castle took place.
Our General send men to break down the gate, since we had no proper seige weapons. After many losses they complete there task and rushed forward. I can not say what transpired inside, but a few moments later a few of our men were running out of the gate. Behind them I beheld the Emperor of the Byzantine empire. He sat upon a huge stead, with a sparkling crown on his head. He paused only for a moment at the gate house looking at his foes before him. I can tell you what he did next, but I can not tell you why. Perhaps he knew that he and his empire would fall that day, and did not want to waste more lives. Perhaps it was the sadness of the loss of two sons a few months earlier. We will never know what his motives were.
The Emperor took up his lance, adjusted his position on his horse and charged. He was coming forth to meet his enemies. At this moment all of our men just stood and gazed upon this man, his armor gleaming in the mid morning sun, as he rode hard down the slope towards us. For what seemed the longest time there was no sound, just the movement of man and beast. This state was broken by our sergeant, asking our general "My Lord, shall the arbalesters fire?" The general did not answer, he just continued to gaze to the Emperor charging towards our front lines. "My lord! Shall they fire?" the sergeant asked once again. Our general paused. Just before the sergeant was about to implore him once more the general said softly "Yes, fire."
"FIRE!" the sergeant yelled. As his command was echoed down the lines the arbalesters let there bolts go. The Emperor's horse was hit and slammed head first into the ground. The Byzantine Emperor was thrown forward, and lied still. Just as all thought that he suffered a fatal blow, he stirred. Slowly he forced himself to his feet. It was apparent by his movement that he was badly injured, but he still found the strength to draw his sword and take one step towards us.
One step was all he got. Multiple bolts pierced his chest plate and he fell back words with him sword over his head. Like his armies, he had fought with honour and courage. Our general instructed our men to prepare the body to be taken to Constantinople. It was there were the Emperor was lied to rest on what was his royal grounds.