Seasons had come and passed and the winds of change had again swept over the land of Richmond, even those jolly cricketers had abandoned the fields of Punt Road, many a past horror was now only a dark memory and the youth of the shire knew not of the bleak days when the evil Lord Wallet and his predecessor Cherry Ripe had raped and pillaged in the name of short term success,
many of the young warriors were now battle hardened, trained in aspects of the new warfare and its modern arts, some even confident to be heard shouting that the time was now to approach familiar enemies camps and take their spoils
We join now as Brend on Gale and Dimma the Hard Man sit in the war office plotting the tribe’s upcoming battles and of new tactics to enthuse the folk of the shire
DtHM “so how is the new tribal enlargement campaign going my good sir, rumor has it that we may indeed be stronger in number than most of our foes before the leaves fall from the oak
“Ah yes” replied BoG “more and more each day are heeding the call and flocking to the tribal halls, indeed we even have now tribal halls in village near and far, our new banner has surely been taken favorably by the mobs to the amount as such that we will be number 50,00 indeed before the falling of the oak leaves”
“And to you DtHM how is the training of the Tribal Warriors going? Are the stories I hear of much increased strength and reserve true ? or is it as before like the froth on my Sunday tankard!”
“My Lord” started DtHM “ myself and the seasoned elders of the tribe, the leppa , Cambo, Brend on Lade, dilly dally and Ross the Smithy, have been toiling hard with new and tested battle plans, our confidence is rising as well,
surely this will be the year we are victorious over that mob down at Collon woods, especially now that Sir Michael the Graying has left on Sabbatical, and they only have that illegitimate son of the Buckler to lead them,
indeed if we where to strike early I am sure that spirits would be lifted and the roar would be heard from the might of the villagers”
‘You inspire even myself DtHM”, spoke BoG as he rose to leave” I have to visit the home of the new man Chris before it gets dark, he is indeed a capable leader of our troops, If only that bold one of De Lidio saw to commit to the fold again? Why with him, and Cotchen of Trent, and the son of the Martin, we once again could become Kings of the hill!,
but away I must and surely this story has more to unfold as the clouds of warfare again roll in to our wonderful sire of RICHMOND”
but again let the Bards have their say
