The three knights left the church and went to the new inn where they were intent on enjoying some wine and a hot meal. The Belanus Inn stood at the crossroads near the bridge, replacing an old inn which had been destroyed in a fire not that many years earlier. Guillaume looked at the sign which featured a pathetic image of a golden-haired Celtic god holding a wooden mug of ale. Naturally, in deference to the power of the Church…
Guillaume, Seigneur de Longpré, sat astride his charger with the other knights of Picardy and Flanders, including his younger brother, Pierre. Many of the military force ranked behind them and other nobles were descendants of the ferocious Celts who had given the Romans, who had passed through Picardy and Flanders, so much grief. Of all the Celtic peoples, the Belgae were the fiercest fighters. Guillaume’s foot soldiers were comprised of a blend of these Celtic people and the Franks who…
I’ve wrestled a long time with the idea of telling my story. My name is Lugh, just Lugh. I don’t have a middle name or a last name. Over the years I have had so many names that I have found the need to adopt because of who I am. I am an immortal. Well, immortal in a strange kind of way. I could die, but I would soon be reincarnated. That doesn’t sound too difficult to believe if only…
Two days after the meeting with his father, both Guy and Pierre were called to meet with the Captain of the Count’s guard. “The two of you are to accompany the Duke’s son to Picquigny. You will represent the Count with extreme dignity. Be prepared to ride tomorrow morning. You will wear the uniform of the guard for this occasion only. Don’t think for one moment that this is my idea or that I approve. You are much too young…