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From: fesseln1@aol.com (FESSELN1)
Subject: {ASSM} RP On French Soil Prologue (hist,no sex yet)
Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2002 08:10:02 -0500
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                          ON FRENCH SOIL

                           By T.S. Fesseln

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy.  Any resemblance to people
living or dead is purely coincidental.  If you are under the age of 18, please
stop reading here.  If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depiction's of
sex, please stop reading here.  The author takes no responsibility for those
who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use.  The author wishes any agencies that
wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com  .  Any
comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.


Prologue: 'Famine, sword and fire crouch for employment'

    Edward de Valence stood upon the deck of The Black Swan and watched as her
captain barked out orders.  Never had Edward seen such a mighty fleet assembled
as on this bright August day.  A myriad of colored pennants whipped and snapped
in the warm sea air and the decks of the ships sparkled with their armor clad
passengers.  Edward could barely make out the masts of La Trinite Royale, Henry
the V's flagship. 

    The hounds of war were now being unleashed towards France.

    "The game is afoot, dear Richard," Edward said, smiling, "Our fortunes lie
in Frances' sweet bosom."

    "Indeed, my Lord.  And we happy few are here to see the majesty of King
Harry's fleet.  What a glorious sight," Richard replied, his usually stern,
blue eyes smiling, "When France sees that King Harry's claim is just, and sees
the vast power arrayed against her, justice will be our sword."

      "Battle is never easy, dear Richard, and though we serve our right King
Harry, we have our own battles to fight.  Phillip D'Astier still draws breath
and builds his house in France and it is he that will feel my revenge in the
bite of my steel.  I swear upon the bloody wounds of Christ that this arrogant
man shall pay."

     Richard nodded silently.

     "Yes, indeed, dear Richard," Edward grinned a reaper's grin, "The game is
afoot."


           ****************NOW BEGINS OUR TALE*******************

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