Mid-Evil Combat

      As the click clacking of hooves on the ground circled the area, everyone new something was up. They all looked out their doors and windows. It was combat. It was combat between England and France Army. England went to France and took some of their goods and France found out about it. They decided to have the war on the west coast of Portugal. All you heard was screaming and yelling, " FIRE!!!" or "ATTACK!!!" It was all over as the cannons all of a sudden stopped. " You have done a fine job my army. Now all you have to do is to get all the stuff back." the King of England said. All of the soldiers got down on one knee and bowed to the King. " Look at what you have done to the graceful and peaceful waters! You've turned them into a battlefield." a slave sorrily said. " it was what had to be done, madam." the King said. " That was my only joy because my owner would only let me outside to find coins." the slave took off back to her home. " Your majesty, he seems really hurt. Are you sure it was the right thing to do?" a soldier asked. " I'm sure if it wasn't, God would've given us a sign." the King looked worried. " Maybe that was the sign, sir." the soldier said. " I'll be back. Pack-up and I will see you in about an hour." the King started to walk towards the slaves home. " Knock Knock!" went the Kings ferocious hands pounding against the door. " I don't want you here! Lorana told me about your little scene out there. You will never see her again. because if you do she's gonna get side-tracked and not do as good of a job as she does now." Lord Davis Valsor. " By the way, I am Lord Davis Valsor. I am the wealthiest man in the whole village. I own the most slaves, 13 to be exact. And I will not let you see Lorana ever again!" Lord Davis shut the door in the Kings face. " Well, that didn't go very well at all, did it?" the King walked away with his head held high." You were right, that was the sign." the King got into his carriage and left thinking of that lonely slave, Lorana.