Fields of Glory
“Even as he cantered under the monastery’s gatehouse, Berenger had a premonition of disaster. Just inside, three bodies were sprawled in the dirt. Avoiding them, the vintaine rode in past the outbuildings and towards the main convent.
All about the grass, they saw, were more bodies – lay-brothers who had tried to defend their church and cloister, but had failed. Some had been pierced by arrows, while others had been beaten to death or stabbed. Fighting and killing those who were all but inca...pable of defending themselves was the action of outlaws, Berenger thought in disgust, not a disciplined army.
At a doorway, a porter lay draped over the steps. Berenger dismounted, and with Sir John and Geoff, he marched inside.
From the abbot’s chamber upstairs there came the sound of ribald celebration. Sir John drew his sword and, with a quick look at the men behind him, took the stairs in a rush.
At the top there was an already open door, and inside they found a party of thirty men.MoreLess
All about the grass, they saw, were more bodies – lay-brothers who had tried to defend their church and cloister, but had failed. Some had been pierced by arrows, while others had been beaten to death or stabbed. Fighting and killing those who were all but inca...pable of defending themselves was the action of outlaws, Berenger thought in disgust, not a disciplined army.
At a doorway, a porter lay draped over the steps. Berenger dismounted, and with Sir John and Geoff, he marched inside.
From the abbot’s chamber upstairs there came the sound of ribald celebration. Sir John drew his sword and, with a quick look at the men behind him, took the stairs in a rush.
At the top there was an already open door, and inside they found a party of thirty men.MoreLess
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