"Sword," Joan commanded. Mary waddled over to her with the sheath. Inside was a blade so fine and delicate. It was surprisingly, thin and light. But it would not break against other objects. Instead, it would cut through. There was a short pause as Mary gazed in awe at Joan's katana. "Why don't we pay a
visit to our new neighbors, hmm, my dearest Mary?"
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"... sweat, blood, and tears." The pale woman finished her speech. Already acting as if their relationship was something golden, to be treasure. Joan was disgusted already. This woman,
Elizabeth, as she called herself, would learn humility yet. However, for the moments before their final "separation" a few things had to be settled.
"You, English fools, know of nobody that can build such grand walls as ours. Why, if sweat, blood, and tears might be a possible outcome of an unfortunate
disagreement then the bloodshed would all be yours." Smiling broadly, Joan continued, "I propose that we teach these concepts to you in exchange for some of the ideas that we lack. Do not ask us why we lack them. We merely desire information." Joan nodded to Mary. Mary proceeded to plaster on an innocent smile on her face.
"Please, oh, illustrious one, with your divine beauty and serene grace, grant us this one request." Mary was having a difficult time laughing. Joan would need to train her a bit more.
"Oh, I suppose that I must maintain good relations with those lower than me. Benevolence is key to respect. That's what I always say. After all, it wouldn't do at all if I did not spread my influence to ... you." Her expression turned quite repellent upon the last word. Looking them over, Elizabeth followed up, "You barbaric people need to be disciplined once and for all! Here, teach these ideas to your friends. Oh, and take this gold as a favor from me. Use it to buy whatever cosmetics you need. And finally, may our next meeting be far more enjoyable than this one, or fear my displeasure."
"What a puffed up, old hag she is", thought Joan. "Ah, well, the higher they think they are, the harder they will fall." Snickering to herself. Joan shook Elizabeth's hand.
As soon as the deal was done, Joan proceeded to give the orders. "On my mark, we strike she commanded." Her guards surrounded her drawing weapons and raising them menacingly at the retreating English convoy. "Charge!", she yelled. With yells and battle cries, Joan pursued the English group. They quickly caught up and slaughtered those who straggled behind. Sword flashing in the sunlight, Joan sliced through the guards. Blood was flowing everywhere. She was drenched in it. But this only fueled her bloodlust. Her sword whipped through the air cutting right through torsos and travelling carts. However, as she finished she noticed the last retreating caravan and a figure looking out of it. There was no mistaking the auburn hair. Elizabeth had survived. They were now at war.
*****
"Look at this, Joan!" Mary was up to her normal pranks again. Joan recalled the last one where she pretended that disease had struck again, causing Joan to throw out her dinner.
"Mary, it's not going to work. I know that you're up to something again."
"No, silly. Look! It's my abacus. You move these little beads around, and you can shake it. It makes noise too!" Mary's wide eyed innocence was just so annoying at times.
"Mary, abacuses are supposed to be for mathematical calculations. And for war, that means calculating how far an arrow will fly or how much we spend each year on researching new technologies. This abacus is not a toy. It is not a noise-maker. It is not yours. And ... it's mine now." As Mary left, she could here the clicking of beads, shaking.
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"But Joan, they're so ugly. And they're always staring at me funny too."
"They are supposed to be stupid, ugly warriors. Though they do resort to banditry once in a while and they do take advantage of the occasional stray woman, they are meant to defend our empire. I don't see our enemies attacking our civilians. I see them attacking our warriors. I don't see civilians attacking our enemies. What should I be seeing, Mary?"
"Um, I'm not very smart or so I've been told, but I think that the right answer is that you should be seeing our warriors attacking our enemies."
"Exactly. And if it makes you feel any better, I'm commissioning a city walls around Orleans. Happy?"
"Yes!", Mary bounced up and down a few times. "Thank you, Joan." She almost jumped up to hug the great lady, but she was pushed off. By the time she got up from the floor, Joan had already left the room. "Woops, still need to be a bit more careful. Teehee."
*****
"And that's how I got the silk bugs to go to Paris, too!" Mary exclaimed. "What a boring talk that was", Joan thought. It wouldn't hurt to find somebody else to talk too....
*****
"We're surrounded." The people of Orleans muttered unhappily. There walls were far from finishing. It would be a miracle if they could survive.
Then, one of them, stood up moving to the center of the town square. "Quiet! Quieeeeeeeet! Lady Joan may have a solution. And we must send a messenger quickly. You there, Mary, was it? I want you to take this message down word for word."
A few months later, Mary arrived in Paris with the letter. "Message for you, lady Joan."
"Ugh, and life was so peaceful without you...." Joan arose from her bed and stood up. Flattening her hair a bit, she called back, "Come in, Mary."
"The Spanish have kinda surrounded Orleans, and-"
"I want the letter, Mary." Mary handed it over. "Ah, I see. Well, let's see what we can do. Mary, I want you to recall your worker friends back to Paris. If you can, make them go to Orleans."
"But they can't go to Orleans! They'll be in danger!" No. I can't do it!"
"Mary, look into the mountains, our scouts have noticed a brigade of archers advancing towards us. We must stop them or face destruction. Either way, they will go somewhere in danger. And Orleans is closer."
"Oh, alright...."
"And one more thing."
"Yes?"
"I'd like you to meet my new assassin. He's been teaching me the techniques that can be used with a katana. Would you like to see him?"
*****
"We've got to MOVE, men!", bellowed the commander. They were to be switched into Paris at such short notice. How odd. What was going on? One thing was clear though, they were sacrificing the mountain that they had previously occupied with valour to return to defend their country. "Now, I know some of you feel inexperienced. That's okay. Lady Joan has ordered an archer brigade to be formed immediately before the Russian assault. The spearmen who were here earlier have moved to Orleans to defend there. We are really in no danger. The danger comes if they don't make it there in time...."
*****
"Message for you, my dearie. It's about the workers." The assassin warmed up to Mary quite quickly. However, Mary was quite freaked out by the man. He was skinny to the bone but could move lightning fast. She didn't even notice him behind Lady Joan the whole time before meeting him. He could disappear and reappear anywhere. That time she was in the shower.... She shuddered. "The workers? What about them?"
"We are some unlucky sons of *****es," a worker grumbled. "I mean, we're in a war, but just because we're about to finish the damn irrigation project does not mean that we ought to be exposed to danger! I mean, seriously, to hell with working! Our very lives are in danger! What the...." The worker turned and saw a troop of pink armored, spear wielding men marching towards them. "Ah. What the
goodness it is to have our very own defenders, yes. That's right." Everyone around him smirked and continued digging.
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"What's that noise, Guy? It's getting louder."
"There, Andre! Look over on those hills. It's the Spanish."
"And they're heading right towards us! We have to warn the commander!"
"Right, let's go." The two descended into the camp in the valley between the attackers and their scouting point. A few moments after they had arrived, the whole camp was already alight with action. "They won't know what hit them, eh Andre?", said Guy as the two set up traps for the enemy. In the darkness, they would never guess what was in store for them.
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"No! I'm not lying this time! The people really are plagued. We must be really unlucky to have such rampant disease."
"Mary, luck has nothing to do with this. We need to learn some sanitation skills."
"But who knows what guck is in that river. I've seen all sorts of animals pee in there. I mean, I've even seen," Mary looked around, "your assassin peeing in there."
"I will have to talk to him about that. In the meantime, try to pacify the people. I'll carry on with the war. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay?"
*****
"Get on the ready line." Joan commanded, and her orders were taken. "Don't let them get past you. If you do, it will not only be your heads but ours as well."
*****
The battle was fierce, but in the end, they fell. Andre and Guy nearly avoided death by choosing to transfer to the garrison's scouts instead of staying with their old troop. It was a saddening sight to see the Spanish warriors raising and lowering their cruel axes upon their friends, but it was too late. The unit they had joined was too damaged to defend Orleans, though it was heard that Lady Joan had recently promoted them for their valorous deeds.
On the Parisian front, it was even easier. Russia gloated that they would give the French peace if they pleaded on their knees, bowing down to Catherine as their supreme leader. Never was the immediate reaction. Russia, in their haste, sent out a warrior unit, which the French spears easily dispatched. The remaining archers were too afraid to attack.
On the English invasion, their warrior continued moving east moving into the diseased flood plains. There, they were left in a weakened state, but they still managed to scare off the Parisian laborers there into moving into the next field. Yet disease was too rampant for the French, and more people died effectively halving the original population.
*****
The French were ready. And Joan knew it. First thing came first, destroy the nearby invaders. She entreated the public to stay strong. "The Russian archers are too scared to attack us, so our archers will be able to take care of them while they are free. Our spears can take care of the sickened warriors. And since Orleans can now be garrisoned safely, the veteran warrior troop there can kill the Spanish invaders there. Our walls will finish soon. So no harm done at all. A moment's peace and silence for the dead. But with heavy hearts we will conquer all!" Vast amounts of cheers were given in response to this. But in thier own minds they knew; it would be a bloody road ahead of them.
*****
"Heh heh." Slashing out at his enemies, the assassin-myrmidon proved quite effective in battle, slaying dozens of archers. With his hidden knives, he would chop off the arrows they fired at him, and if there were too many, he would simply dodge. However, one of them lodged in his side tearing through the flesh. Blood rushed up his throat to his mouth. Swallowing the blood to avoid choking, he grinned and hacked away at the offending archer whose pleas of mercy were the last things that he and those around him heard.
*****
The signal was given to charge. Andre and Guy were rushing towards their enemies with battle cries. "For Orleans!" They left the outskirts of the town. "For the French!" They neared the trees outlying the forest. "For our friends!" They were just outside the bug-filled region. For revenge!, they cried. The two ran into the forest where the bugs were hanging from the trees. They could see nobody. But they knew that the enemy was there.
Hiding, no doubt. They tentatively stepped forward and jumped back as an enemy almost hacked off Andre's head as he swung from a long twisted silk rope. He was about to embed the axe forevermore into Andre's skull when Guy threw his hand axe at the rope and cut it cleanly. The falling warrior missed by inches, instead falling at Andre's feet where Andre dealt the finishing blow. Covered in blood, they ran to warn the others about the enemy tactic.
However, many had died to the ploy. Others, however, were lucky. In the end, though they were decimated and outnumbered, the battle was won due to the keen intelligence gatherers that the spearman unit nearby was giving with their spare scouts. They were able to surround the enemy and rout the foe. Orleans was safe.
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"I want you all to know that I am very proud of your defense of Paris. Therefore, you all deserve the honor of destroying the despised English troops that have been robbing us of our food." With the order, the brigade left the Parisian walls and charged at the enemy. The warriors were already weak from the diseased food and were quite worn out from the travle. This was not helped at all by the loyal French villagers that lived nearby who continuously attacked them at nighttime, keeping them all up on high alert, and then slinking back home to sleep.
With Joan's guidance every warrior to a man was killed and none of the spearmen received any permanent injury. Paris was now safe. France was now safe.
*****
"Boy is Joan going to be pleased with me!" Evidently quite pleased with herself, Mary told the workers that the wood they had finished chopping could help the people in Orleans finish their walls much ahead of time. "But then again, she's always so mad when I disobey her orders...." Mary looked sadly at the little bugs who were forced to live in the bushes that remained. "I'm just as bad as Joan. I kill things and take what I can from them." She closed her eyes for tears were starting to well up in them.