Eagle Byzantium

The nuns stood up from their tables and chairs and looked nervously at the tall warrior with the unsheathed sword. Then the deacon's nun came out, stopped the man outside the courtyard wall, and held up a cross to explain to him. : This is a place for women to retreat, and members of the opposite sex are not allowed to enter.

The warrior was also very respectful and did not mean to embarrass himself, "I just long to visit the tomb of the deceased mother of Lord Apulia. Since the opposite sex is blocked in the world and there are no women in the army, this is the only way. "Then, Gawain turned around and took out a bunch of elegant flowers tied with a ribbon from under Quicksilver's saddle, and then Whistling, Sabina over there slowly ran over and took the flower in the master's hand. "Go in and express my condolences to this noble and respectable woman on my behalf. I hope her soul will not have to stay in purgatory." It’s been too long, go to heaven as soon as possible - by the way, mama, this is a mare and will not break your commandments.”

Sabina then strode forward, holding flowers in her mouth, and walked into the convent wall amidst the exclamations and comments of many nuns.

"May I ask your name and title..." the nanny asked anxiously. She felt that this warrior was full of courage and also had an unspeakable evil spirit.

"Stephen Gawain Russell, Commander-in-Chief of the Great Company of the Red Hand of the Roman Empire, Grand Duke of Calabria and Lucania, please pass this message on to anyone who can see it, or Send messages to people far away, Just say that I'm here, the Romans are back." Then Gawain gracefully folded off the nose guard on his helmet, greeted Mammy, then climbed onto Quicksilver's back again, and returned the same way. Together with Sabina, we walked down the hillside.

At this time, Mammy, who was watching Gawain's departure, saw a huge flag slowly appearing and moving on the other side of the hill. It had an overlapping pattern of bright red hands and a cross-shaped sword, with tassels and The edges were filled with Greek characters, accompanied by exciting drumbeats - the surprised grandma mustered up the courage and walked to the edge of the cliff. Her black robe continued to flutter, and on the line between the long dark yellow beach and the silver-white water that could be seen below, on one side was an army lined up in double rows, with neighing horses and men, guided by that flag. Down, heading towards the inland of this area, on the other side are boats of all sizes paddling to the shore, transporting various equipment.

"The Romans are back..." The nanny couldn't help but hold the rosary beads and cross around her neck.

Soon, Bohemond in front of the siege position learned that Gawain had arrived in Calabria by sea. "What! Is my uncle's fleet just a decoration? How dare Gawain stand in front of my mother's grave?" Demonstrate to me that the return of the Romans is nothing to say!" Bohemond threw the letter down fiercely, "Go, send a fast horse to negotiate with Gawain, and say that I have raised most of the money. Ransom, tell him to wait."

Then Bohemond thought for a while and said to Count Humphrey, "My nephew Tancred has arrived in Taranto by ship to recuperate from his injury. He is temporarily unable to perform the command of the remaining troops. You take this position to defend against the Greeks." human aggression."

"But where will the mobile detachment come from to carry out this task now?" Haverley was worried.

"I sent back the three hundred most noisy knights in the camp and a thousand sergeants. You should understand who I am referring to - the reinforcements sent by my uncle Roger. They only asked for drinks. , tents and various trophies, I regretted it. It happened that most of them were from the southern part of Calabria (at that time, Calabria was divided into two parts, the Latin Zone in the north and the South Zone in the south). (for the Greek area), you should take them to defend your hometown, and be fast, and suppress the flames of Gawain with the unsheathed sword as soon as possible." Bohemond pointed at Havery's chest with his finger. , exhorted, "However, if Gawain goes south along Calabria, it doesn't matter. Just let him offend my uncle, and then leave us alone."

"Okay, I will monitor this group of warriors to defeat the weak Greek army. They were once driven away by us, and they can't come back now. According to the normal enemy ratio, Norman knights and Greek soldiers are One to ten." Humphrey took the order and retreated.

At this moment, Gawain's men were indeed marching towards the south, which puzzled Diognis again, "Didn't he want to push north to Taranto and Bari as he had planned?" ? "But the officer didn't dare to ask too much. He can still restrain himself in most cases about Gawain's actions. At least now Diognis believes that Gawain still has a plan and a goal in doing things. of.

White beaches, gray stones, pale green and ocher mountains, blue sky and white clouds, and the red-handed Dalian regiment flying the "St. Michael's Dragon-Slaying Sword Army Flag" are like traveling in an old and simple place. In front of the monastery, Gawain stood there with his sword in hand. Thirty tiles The warriors of the Rangian Guards stood behind him holding axes. The abbot, deacons, sacristans, chefs, and a group of carpenters, painters, vegetable farmers, etc. of the monastery were all standing among them, waiting for this fierce god. The requirement of "the first sword-bearing nobleman in the Roman Empire".

"First, I need someone who can write fluent Latin and Greek."

An old man with a gray beard came out and was immediately pushed back by Gawain, "It's better to be younger."

Finally, a young boy with a novice's haircut came out of the queue and bowed to Gawain.

"name."

"Andeodat Gotland, my lord." The child had freckles all over his face, light gray eyes, and looked thin.

Gawain glanced at him, and the young priest couldn't help but take a half step back. Then Gawain's face became a little kinder, and he took a cowhide scroll and a reed pen from the clerk next to him, "What are you writing? Two languages. I, the clerk, can only write some simple military orders in Greek, so I need you to draft other complex documents for me."

The young priest sat on the copying stool and wrote a set of biblical opera poems. The speed made Gawain very satisfied. Then the "self-proclaimed archduke" took the paper roll. The text was still neat and soothing, but there was no curled and carved atmosphere. It seemed that the young priest knew how to figure out his psychology - people in the barracks did not like or accept flashy words and strokes.

At this moment, Gawain's heart suddenly seemed to be splashed with ink, and a trace slowly dripped down: he remembered the girl in the imperial capital who was also proficient in literature and writing. Is she okay now? The black-haired girl who called out to him and waved goodbye on the wall of Brahena.

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"Very good, Andeodate will leave the monk's life from now on and become a clerk in my military camp." Gawain, who came back from a brief thought, rolled up the paper again and ended the lecture, "In addition, this monastery will abolish the church rituals of the Roman city from now on, and will be taken over by Orthodox monks."