THAT DAY, I called the town together in the church. I stood at the front, in the same bloody1 rags I had worn in the fight, holding the lance. I took a sweeping2 look around the room. The place was full-the miller3, Odo, even people who never went to church.
Where have you been, Hugh? Georges stood up in his place. We've all been celebrating.
Yes, that lancemust be holy. Odo stood too. Since it found you, it's been hard to even buy you an ale.
Everyone laughed.
Don't blame Hugh, Father Leo put in. If such a pretty maiden4 were visiting me, I wouldn't waste my time drinking with you clowns, either.
If you had such a pretty maiden, we'd all be in church a lot more often, Odo roared.
Everyone laughed again. Even Emilie smiled from the back.
I do owe you an ale, I said, acknowledging Odo. I owe you all an ale, for your courage. We did a great thing the other day. But the ale must wait. We are not done.
Damn right we are not done. Marie, the miller's wife, stood up. I have an inn to run, and when that fat bailiff comes back, I intend to stuff him so full of squirrel droppings he pukes himself dead.
And I'll be happy to serve it to him. I smiled at Marie. But the inn... it has to wait too.
Suddenly everyone noticed the look on my face. The laughter settled into a hush5.
I pray I have not drawn6 you in against your will, but we cannot stay here. Life will not return to what it was. Baldwin has made a promise to all of you, and he will keep it. We have to march.
March? Voices rang out, skeptical7. To where?
To Treille, I answered. Baldwin will come at us with everything now. We must march againsthim.
The church went silent. Then, one by one, people shouted up to the front.
But this is our home, Jean Dueux, a farmer, protested. All we want is for things to go back to the way they were.
Things will never go back, Jean, I said. When Baldwin hears of this, he'll send his henchmen to ride down upon us with the full fury of his will. He will raze8 the town.
You talk of marching against Treille, Jocelyn, the tanner's wife, declared. Do you see any war horses or artillery9? We're just farmers and widows.
No, you are not. I shook my head. You're fighters now. And in every town there are others, who have farmed and toiled10 their entire lives only to hand over what their liege demands.
And they will join us? Jocelyn sniffed11. These others? Or will they just cheer and cross themselves as we march by?
Hugh is right, Odo's deep voice cut in. Baldwin will make us pay, just like the bailiff promised. It's too late to back down.
He will surely take my lands anyway, Jean moaned, after what's happened here.
H-Hugh has the lance, Alphonse said. It is a greater weapon than all the arrows in Treille.
Shouts and murmurs12 rose around the church. Some stood in agreement, but most were afraid. I could see it in their faces. Am I a soldier? Am I fit to fight? If we march, will others follow?
Suddenly a pounding was heard from the church steps outside. People froze. Everyone in town was already inside.
Then three men stepped into the doorway13. They were dressed in working hides and tunics14. They knelt, made the sign of the cross. We seek Hugh, a large one said, taking off his hat. The one with the lance.
I am Hugh, I said from the front.
The man grinned at his companions, seemingly from relief. I am glad you truly exist. You sounded more like a fable15. I'm Alois, a woodsman. We've come from Morrisaey.
Morrisaey?Morrisaey was halfway16 between here and Treille.
We heard about your fight, one of the others said. Farmers, bondsmen fighting like devils. Against our liege. We wanted to know if it was true.
Look around.These are your devils, I said. Then I showed him the lance. Here is their pitchfork.
Alois's eyes grew wide. The holy lance. Word is that it changes things for us. That it's a sign. We couldn't just sit by and twiddle our thumbs if there was going to be a fight.
My chest expanded. This is good news, Alois. How many men do you have? I was hoping it was more than these three.
Sixty-two, the woodsman shouted proudly. Sixty-six if the fucking Freemasons don't back down.
I looked around the church. Go back and tell your townsmen you are now one hundred and ten. A hundredfourteen if the fucking Masons take part.
The man from Morrisaey grinned at his companions again. Then he turned back, Too late for that... he said.
He swung the church doors open wide. I saw a crowd in the square. Everyone rushed out of their seats to look and saw woodsmen carrying axes, farmers with hoes and spades, ragged-looking peasants carting hens and geese. Alois smiled. Already brought 'em.
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