Apology

There have been problems within my web page and particularly with the last story published - 'In the Aftermath of Battle.' A revised version was shared through Google and my Facebook link, but it appears this may not be the case and the problems still exist. I am without a computer for the time being, so many apologies for the inconvenience caused. As soon as it is possible to deal with this the better. (Approx 63 various short stories with an occasional poem have been published - the odd one in draft form- but unfortunately none have been backed up yet on an external hard drive - unlike at least 19,000 photographs!)

In the Aftermath of Battle - Chapter One

     It had been a harsh winter; snow had carpeted the ground with an icy crispness, oft-times blocking narrow roads, lying heavy on rooftops and scattering throughout woodlands. Long bleak nights dappled the minds of many with unrelenting uncertainty; but everything in the life of Richard Trowbridge was beginning to settle into some form of orderly routine, a more peaceful existence that many of the local inhabitants would consider one of privilege.  
     With the advent of spring, fresh new growth was bursting forth around him with bright green buds on the trees. Thawed fields would soon be ready for sowing, where the seed would flourish, ripening in summer, until crops were gathered, stored for the next wintry onslaught. Days were lengthening, the sun's rays at last beginning to warm his face and body, continuing to heal wounds inflicted during the mighty battle, still fresh in his mind. 
     Richard remained standing a while longer on the old stone bridge that crossed the narrow river, close to his home. It was positioned on the edge of a large village, not far from the Welsh Marches west of Evesham, where the ferocious bloody battle had raged. He still had recurring bad dreams of that day, but somehow managed to survive, when all around him were losing limbs, their brains spilled over the battlefield, slippery with blood. Men had been knocked from their horses, trampled to death in a slow agony of pain and torture; their lives forsaken after bravely fighting on one side or another. Flesh was brutally ripped apart, muscles torn from limbs and heads sliced from bodies. Horses were felled in a torrent of blood-lusting, from a vicious sword stroke or other weapons amidst a sea of knights, warriors, men-at-arms, their voices loud with battle cries and intent.  Unguarded horse's flanks were pierced from stray arrows or a leg broken of brave destriers, as they tried desperately to avoid the amount of dead and dying - until they finally yielded, brought thumping to the blood-sodden ground, their screams still vivid in Richard's memory as they lay kicking and bleeding profusely, when their last breath escaped them, their heads lolling to one side becoming motionless amongst fallen men and a gore-splattered battlefield. 
     Simon de Montfort's eldest son Henry was first to meet his death, followed by his father, whose brutal downfall marked the baronial opposition relenting in the overwhelming strength of the English Prince Edward. Simon's unreliable Welsh support was dwindling fast, many of the baronial rebels were killed rather than taken prisoner and ransomed.
     Since that day, Richard's life had taken a turn for the better. An inherent will to survive was instilled in him from an early age. But during the Battle of Evesham in August 1265 the previous year, the charismatic Simon de Montfort, Earl of Leicester had been defeated, brought down and killed leading the rebellious barons. That battle was something Richard would never forget. Simon's army and supposedly loyal supporters were vastly outnumbered against the powerful Prince Edward and his seemingly incompetent father, Henry III. Simon victorious at the Battle of Lewes a year earlier, but hadn't survived the Evesham massacre, his body being viciously mutilated, witnessed by Richard.
     He kept re-living the battle in his troubled mind, but gradually his new life as lord of a small manor was slowly healing his mental and physical scars. There was plenty to fill his day, for it demanded much of him. Now while his mind re-lived the battle scenes with Simon's tragic death, he gazed deeply into the river, mesmerized by small fish swimming freely in its depths; hatched insects were skimming across its surface. He sighed deeply as a horse trotted past, bringing him to his senses once more.
     It was time he returned to the manor house as many things required his attention.
     During the battle, he'd managed to save the lives of two men of high rank, before he himself was severely injured; then been granted some land and a small manor house in lieu of his bravery and sword skills on the battlefield. How this had happened in quite the manner it did, may continue to remain a mystery to Richard. Oft-times he thought he could still smell blood and sweat as men-at-arms fought bravely, unrelenting, until overwhelmed they'd be cut to pieces, slaughtered, trodden underfoot as others took their places, with harrowing cries of pain and finally death. Thousands died on that day. 
      Richard, although having been trained to use a sword in his younger years, gaining much strength in his sword arm, his body lithe, took to his new role with ease as he had been brought up in the company of a lesser known knight, due to his fortunate birth, now finding himself alone in the world. His earlier role as page, taught him many things, among them discipline, a way of life to which he was well adapted. He knew his place and kept his eyes and ears open at all times. When necessary, disappearing into the background if his services were no longer required. He had learned fast, with an inbuilt ability to dedicate his talents to his lord.
     Richard had fought bravely on the losing side, with his unquestionable loyalty for Simon, but later in his irrevocable state, been brought badly wounded in the side and right leg from the field of battle, unbeknown to him and taken to a small monastery where herbs and ointments were applied, enough to slowly recover his strength. His wounds soon healed, enabling him to ride again, the deep scars of war remaining with him longer.
     He found himself slowly fulfilling his new role, though relentless, one that he enjoyed. Spring was well on the way to healing the soil, wounds and hearts of all who fought in the battle the previous year. There was still turmoil, confusion and uncertainty in the minds of many, but in its aftermath, marked the end of the baronial opposition and the kingdom might enter a period of unity and progress.  
     Upon return to the hall of his small manor, Richard applied his thoughts to the business requiring his attention. His small staff were under no illusions as to their lord's ability to perform his duties and deal out various orders, for they were properly treated, gave of themselves gladly and willingly. But to Richard, something was still lacking in his life, as yet he knew not what it was.
     The very next day looked promising, as he gazed from an open window in the early hours. He'd arisen from his bed, before the sun's rays fingered beyond the horizon.The night sky remained slate-grey, while in the distance illumined light broke from the passing night in softened pinks, tipped with shimmering silver, clouds whispering past, like a lady's gown as she moved elegantly across a room. It would be a day of routinely checking the accounts and other matters presenting themselves. He was beginning to feel a sense of peace, contentment still alluding him.
     Suddenly from outside, not far from the stables, Richard thought he heard screams coming from beyond the large wooden gates. He hurriedly donned sufficient clothing, pulled on his boots and finding the stairs, descended them two at a time. The noise was increasing, servants already stirring, as he quickly closed the door behind him, keeping the cold morning air from the confines of the house as he hurried across the courtyard.
     A young stable attendant approached the gates before Richard could reach them. Hugh Twyford had lived in the Welsh Marshes, his lord being killed in the battle last year. Richard found him orphaned beside a road wondering which way to turn and not able to leave him alone and hungry, taken him on. The boy appeared intelligent, willing, his face dirty, clothing torn- what little was left of it. Later it was stripped from his small body upon arrival at the manor, being replaced with a few necessary items outgrown from the son of Richard's housekeeper, Martha. 
     Richard called out before reaching the gates, his breathing heavier as he came upon the young lad. 'Did you hear a scream Hugh? Sounded like a woman's voice?'
     Hugh straightened up at the sight of his lord, his eyes lowered slightly. 'Indeed I did lord. They seemed to be coming from over there,' his face animated as he pointed beyond the large gates.
     'We'd best see to it then,' replied Richard, opening one side of the closed gates.
     'Yes lord', agreed Hugh, peering out from behind Richard.
     They both stood in the early morning light, not seeing anything in particular at first, until they heard a groan coming from a clump of trees nearby. Richard quickly went to where the moans were heard, seeing to his amazement, a young woman crumpled up on the ground at his feet.
     'Well now, what have we here, eh?' Richard bent down, examined the beautiful face that peered up at him through clear blue eyes and long fair hair, curling slightly around her face, now in somewhat disarray from her obvious fall. He peered along the narrow road noticing a loose horse, its neck bent eating grass. He immediately took control, instructing Hugh to try and catch hold of it, being careful not to frighten it any further. It soon became obvious, Hugh possessed a gentle manner with the animal, slowly approaching it, arm outstretched, making soft utterances to keep the loose animal quiet. He managed to reach the side of the bridle, with a firm hold on the reins, began walking it back along the track to its somewhat annoyed and indignant owner.
     'Well done lad!' Richard smiled at him as the horse returned to its rider being helped to her feet, brushing dirt from her skirts, frowning as she did so.
     'Yes lord', beamed Hugh, unable to disguise his pleasure at being praised, keeping a firm hold of the animal.
     Richard stood in front of the young woman, a look of concern on his face. 'Are you hurt badly... err, may I help you up?' he offered, not knowing what to say, briefly feeling shy and inadequate.  'I'm afraid I don't yet know your name.'
     'It's Katherine', the young woman replied. 'I don't appear to be, but no doubt will have a few bruises tomorrow!' She held out her hand and Richard was a little reluctant to take it at first. She smiled slightly, gazing up at the dark handsome face in front of her. She was tall for a woman, with an exquisite figure, but not as tall as Richard. Her skin was blushed dark pink from the fall, wisps of curling fair hair floating in the gentle morning breeze across part of her forehead and eyes. Her hair had previously be bound, but due to the fall, become loose around her face, cascading down her back. Richard was tempted to brush them away, stopping himself in time, his eyes never straying from the beautiful face in his midst. He stood rooted to the spot for several moments, then heard himself saying, 'I heard your screams and was very worried that something serious had happened. Are you sure you are alright? Nothing broken I hope?'
     Katherine turned her bright blue eyes briefly to her horse and back to Richard. 'I was more annoyed at falling off than hurting myself,' she said. 'I think Cadell misjudged that fallen tree over there. His sudden change of leg surprised and threw me as he hesitated, I'm afraid.' She tried to adjust some stray curls, brushing her soiled clothing once more, becoming more self-conscious with every passing moment, still flushed from her hapless fall.
     Hugh stood a short distance behind Richard, who said, 'well you look as though you could do with something to steady you, perhaps a little food may help. May I offer my services?' still concerned about her. After all, what was she doing out alone so early, he thought. He had never seen a young woman more beautiful or elegant. She kept her eyes lowered briefly, then looked up through long lashes.
     'Well, if you're sure. I suppose I did take quite a tumble and it's shaken me up a little. But I'd best be returning home soon. I will be missed. It was never my intention to go far, as Cadell is new to me and I was anxious to try him out, certainly not this far. He is on his toes first thing in the morning and I'll know better next time!' Katherine chatted easily to Richard, then realized how outspoken she had become with this total stranger. She blushed again, lowered her eyes to him, hands clasped in front.
     'I promise to take good care of you,' smiled Richard, finding it difficult to contain his enthusiasm. 'Hugh, would you take the lady's horse and stable it for the time being?'
     'Yes lord!' Hugh had maintained a firm hold, lead the horse toward the stables, the animal calm as Hugh's apparent skill with him obvious.
     Richard turned and faced the young woman standing beside him. 'Isn't your horse's name Welsh?'
     'Yes, I believe it means 'spirit of the battle'.
     Richard was astonished momentarily. 'I thought as much,' he replied, half to himself. He couldn't help thinking this was an amazing coincidence, but said nothing further on the matter.
     'Right then, that's settled.' Richard gently steered Katherine towards the door leading to the main hall, a servant waiting as they approached.
     'Thank you Wallace'. Richard nodded slightly as he ushered Katherine to the hall where he immediately asked another staff member to bring what food was available. Soon a tray was brought with freshly made bread, some cheese and a few slices of cold meat from a meal the night before, accompanied by two glasses and a jug of wine. He indicated to Katherine to be seated, while he poured her a little wine himself. 
     'I haven't lived here very long, never had the pleasure of meeting you before. Do you live far from here?' Richard was careful to let her eat first, not being able to take his eyes from her. Katherine slowly ate a little of the cheese and daintily broke pieces off the fresh loaf in front of her. Richard held the cup of wine out and she accepted it gladly taking small sips before answering.
     'I live quite close, perhaps three miles from here.' Katherine shifted awkwardly on her seat. 'I really think I'd better return home. As it is, I'll be already missed. I wasn't meant to leave as I did, but Cadell had other ideas. He's quite strong and I'll need to learn better control.' Katherine realized she had said far too much already, She always did when nervous. She rose from her seat. 'Thank you for the food. I'm... grateful, but now it's time I left.'
     Richard was on his feet immediately, wishing his guest could stay longer. 'Please let me escort you. It's the least I can do. Besides, that horse of yours might take it upon himself to have you off again. He seems rather spirited. My groom will come as well. That will make doubly sure you will return home safely.'
     Katherine made for the door. 'Well, if' you're sure.'
     'As sure as I've ever been,' smiled Richard, opening the door for her, watching her intently as she swept past in a movement which was not only as graceful as a swan on a river, but noticing the air in her wake was softly perfumed, reminding him of a summer's day when honeysuckle bloomed and later the sun descending on a warm evening in shades of golden splendour, moon rising casting bewitching shadows across glistening dewdrops, into the depths of night.
     Richard ushered her from the house, across the small courtyard towards the stables. He found his old groom Edmund hovering nearby and called over to him. 'Would you ask Hugh to fetch the young lady's horse from the stable?' Edmund was one step ahead of him, as very soon all three horses appeared, complete with saddles and bridles. His underhanded grin was similar to that of his Lord.
     Richard personally helped Katherine mount, all three soon settled in their saddles. The two men were keen to escort their young charge safely home. Cadell appeared calm, reassuring Richard, keeping close to her in case it bolted. Although Katherine had been unfortunately thrown, she rode well and confidently, if not a little shaken. She hadn't the strength of a man. Richard was well aware that if Cadell took it upon himself to bolt, it was possible she may not be able to pull him up. He kept a close eye on them.
     The wine helped settle her nerves and she was able to cover the three miles home without further incident, much to the relief of Richard and Edmund. During the ride across fields and through a woodland, Richard managed to ask her a few questions though not of a personal nature. The weather remained spring-like.  He was most enamoured with the young lady's obvious grace as she rode on his left, Edmund a few paces behind. It appeared she was as yet unmarried. Richard wondered how unusual this was, as her beauty was breathtaking. He found it difficult to concentrate on what Katherine was saying, his thoughts dwelling on the rise and fall of her rounded breasts below her open mantel.
     'Oh! I'm sorry. Do please forgive me,' he stutted, suddenly passing from his dreamlike state.
     Katherine repeated what she said. 'Not far to go now. I live over that next hill,' she indicated with a nod to her right. As she turned her head, Richard couldn't help noticing the lovely outline of her cheeks, the morning sunlight falling softly upon them, flickering briefly between distant trees.
     Richard thought for a moment. 'Are you able to continue, or would you prefer to rest for a while?'
     Katherine assured him she was perfectly capable, thanking him. She led the remainder of the relative short distance as they descended the next hill. Richard observed another manor house similar to his own, but larger. The grounds surrounding it looked spacious. There were plenty of stables surrounding the courtyard where they finally drew rein. He quickly dismounted to help Katherine from her horse. He was taking no chances, now she was safely delivered home. As she slithered from her horse, he held her waist a little longer than was normally thought acceptable. She gazed up at him through long dark lashes, her deep blue eyes clear, the prettiest he'd ever seen. He knew at that moment he was in love with her. 
     He took a step back, colour rising to his cheeks. Katherine handed her reins to a waiting groom who heard them approaching, looking somewhat relieved she had returned home safely.
     'I'm glad to see you back safely, my lady.' His head was still half bowed, shuffling for a moment before adding, 'shall I take care of the other horses my lady?'
     Katherine looked up at Richard. 'Would you care to meet my father? My mother died several years ago and...well... I was supposed to marry last year, but at the last minute my betrothed was killed in a hunting accident...' She hesitated again, embarrassed from another unseemly outburst.
      Richard suddenly found his voice. 'Thank you. I'd very much like to, if it wouldn't be too much of an imposition. I must return home soon, for there is much to do, wishing he hadn't added that last comment. As you may be aware, I have a small staff, but we manage very well.'
     Katherine's smile dazzled him, dimples in both her cheeks, her skin glowing as she led the way, leaving Edmund to tend the horses.
     Over the next few weeks and months, Richard's life changed considerably as he spent more and more time with Katherine. He was beginning to think of a more fulfilling future, rather than dwelling on the past, which was becoming a distant memory, now Katherine had entered his life. She had made an enormous difference as their shared happiness blossomed.
     Spring turned into summer, when days were longer and warmer. Their lives became richer, gradually realizing the depth of their love for each other, until walking on a warm afternoon in late summer, the sun sparkling over the surface of the river, while insects danced fleetingly to and fro, Richard took Katherine's hands in his. He was very sure of his feelings and hoped she felt the same.
     He turned facing her. 'Katherine, would you honour me by becoming my wife?' His nervousness showed, but he'd had enough time to think. He knew something was very lacking in his life, not now he had found Katherine.  
     She paused beside him on the riverbank, her eyes shining, expression warm and tender. There was a look of love emanating from her gentle, sweet face. 'Yes Richard. I'd love to marry you.'