After the sword head collided, the king choked his son's throat with an iron glove: "How is it? ”

Prince Edmund threw down the wooden sword in his hand in frustration, and his gray eyes rolled: "I don't want to get married!" Eleanor said, "I'm not an adult yet." ”

Eleanor is the Queen's handmaiden, a red-haired Frankish beauty.

"I'll give you a coming-of-age ceremony first, but first you have to learn how to use a sword." Edgar picked up the wooden sword from the ground and shoved it into his son's hand.

"I don't like her."

"So do you like Eleanor? Or Hilda, from the Counts of Northumbria? Edgar stared into the eight-year-old boy's eyes, as if he could see through them at a glance.

"I don't like Hilda either, she loves to cry so much."

The daughter of the Count of Northumbria was a shriveled little girl, but a very rich little girl, Edgar thought, but perhaps a woman of Eleanor's age was more tempting to her son. Whether it is the princess of Saxony or the young lady of Northumbria, their money, castle and army are no match for Eleanor's plump lips and milky white skin.

But princes were born to marry the first three, Edgar knew this, and his wife Emma fully understood that without Emma, Edgar's throne would be in jeopardy, and in that situation, even if Princess Frank was an old woman, it would be the only choice for the marriage of the British king.

Edmund would become Duke of Saxony, and when that day came, he would understand, and with that in mind, Edgar gave up on the solution.

"Your skills still need to be honed, remember our training, Fortitudo - all skills and martial arts need to be firmly grounded, like an elephant carrying a tower, never bending its knees."

Exeter's "The Book of the Beasts" was Edgar's favorite book to tell his son, and bestiary was also the most popular way of education in this era, and the story of Lena Fox was once Edmund's favorite, so he chose the animal metaphor of the Italian swordsman to guide his son.

"If you can practice the lessons so far, I will give you a real sword before you get married." The promise immediately lit up Edmund's eyes.

As the war continued in Italy, Prince Conrad was clearly reluctant to allow Matilda to gain Tuscany easily, and the Teutons were entrenched in the castles on the border, while Angus had to take part in this boring siege, watching as the soldiers of the female border man crossed the moors and stormed the fortresses that controlled the causeway.

Angus swallowed as spears and axes with ash handles glittered in the air, the armor of Norman knights and English guards shone against each other, and the full-body plate armor clanged in the Germanic rain of arrows.

"What a great woman."

"What?"

"That Baroness Canossa, what a clever way to do it." "The Normans wanted to win the Tuscan frontier for Robert, and the English did not want to let the Normans show off, so they now all had to fight desperately for the women." ”

"We don't have much to work on, aren't you enough?" Angus sneered slightly, the day he first heard his employer talk about the plan, the young swordsman could barely react on the spot: Dagobert, as an envoy of the Empire, planned to temporarily switch sides when enemy reinforcements arrived, and was ready to take great risks to clear the obstacles inside the camp for the emperor's enemies, and if it weren't for the ring of Bishop Odo of Ostia, he would never have imagined that this ordinary-looking priest had made such an astonishing deal.

"Those people don't need your hard work either, kid, in fact, no one is interested in knowing your name." The clergyman retorted that he was not telling the truth, and that Madame Matilda had asked him the name of his beautiful guard, but that he had not wished to tell Angus about it out of caution.

Angus's eyes were fixed on the back of the Winged Helmet Knight beneath the Wyvern's banner, who was kneeling in front of a corpse, as if using iron gloves to drive away flies, and even in the rear, Angus could still feel the knight's evil aura on the bloody battlefield. Robert Mallett, whom they met for the second time in the barracks of the Italians, always gave him a sense of danger, and it stands to reason that a man of this stature could not have remembered a man like himself, but the Norman clearly remembered that Angus could perceive this, even if the gaze of the other man fell on him in no way, but he could feel the wordless attention, as unsettling as the gaze of the abyss.

In another camp on the northern line of the causeway, Robert of Normandy pursed his knife-cut lips and his eyes as if they could shoot flames, scorching an ally in front of him. He remembered the traitor, Roger of Hereford, as the hereditary governor of the Duchy of Normandy, Roger's father, Earl William, had been Robert's mentor, but the son of such a retainer betrayed Normandy and led the rebels of the Duchy to desperately besiege Rouen. Robert had seen Roger's familiar face from the city walls, and he was sure that he and his brothers would be killed by this man, and that when his father's cavalry appeared in the snow, his sword arm was unconscious, and his throat could not make a sound.

If it weren't for his personal honor, Robert would have wanted his subordinates to shoot the oath-breaker with a secret arrow, and in Robert's heart, most of the reason why his father suspected his uncle Odo was because of this person.

"The Alemanni are running out of their way." A knight from Ivry spoke suddenly.

Robert felt a surge of anger welling up in his heart, and everyone could see that today's victory belonged to the English, and he couldn't help but think of his former friend Edgar, why did he send these people to Italy to hinder his future?