My beautiful Aude. I will leave you; to go fight a battle I am not sure I will be able to finish alive. I will not see your beautiful face or look into your gorgeous eyes. I will miss you each time, I fight my enemy. I am fighting for what I believe in, for what we believe in. Christianity is supreme and no one should defy it. However, what would Oliver think of my techniques, we are good friends. I am sure he knows that I will never make a cry for help. Never. He knows it is a sign of weakness, and we will look like imps on the battle field if we do. I can never do that to my reputation. Every Tom, Dick and Harry thinks I am the most powerful and skilled Count in France, kingdom of Charlemagne, so will I let that crumble to the ground? No. I will fight as best I can. Lord I hope you are seeing what I am writing. I pray that I am able to fight for you almighty. I hope I glorify your name, in this religious war. I hope that you see to what lengths I would go to, to make sure your name is exalted on high. I will make sure that my men will see the same, and do it. So when I lay to rest Lord, come for me and let me rest with you, Father. Gamelon may have something up his sleeves, but he has been awfully quiet about it. He thinks I want to kill him, but I cannot be bothered, I have more important things to do. Uncle Charlemagne will hopefully be impressed with how heartily we fought, and how much we wanted to be there. He would be impressed and honour us, and our families that we will leave behind. I have fear; however, I know not to show it.
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