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13 Nov 2014
After Agincourt, an embittered Michael Williams strikes up a friendship with a wounded shoemaker.
When it came time to halt for the night, Michael picked the largest and finest inn in town. For once in his life, he could afford it, and after a day of freezing rain and songs about shoemaking, he felt he owed it to himself. The sign outside read Le Lapin et Canard.
The servant girl spoke English – after a fashion. “Will messieurs be having zee rabbi or zee dock?”
“Rabbit,” said Michael, hoping he had decoded this correctly. The last thing he needed was having all the Jews in France out for his blood. “I don’t like duck.”
“I’ll have the duck,” said Rafe.
“And bring some hot spiced wine,” added Michael. “About a gallon, for a start.”