Their unit leader spoke “Sir we should pray for the lady now.”

“What would be the point to distract our attention from the foe if the lady had any power at all she would of kept the chaos lords from even entering the lands of Bretonnia.

The knights looked amazed many of them had never even considered not praying for the ladies help but they did as told and resumed their deployment position. I myself believed in the lady as the one squire had and I prayed for her myself without moving from the position of attention.

I opened my eyes to see the chaos warriors were within seconds of us I lowered my spear into striking position as my sergeant said and as then came a command which was the hardest thing any of us peasants had ever done “CHARGE!!!” yelled the sergeant.

How could we charge after seeing what happened to the squire how could we charge knowing our death awaited as we touched that line of chaos. Then I remembered what the result would be if I did not charge I turned to see my cowering lord hiding behind our unit ready to run when all went wrong. I spat angrily into the ground and joined the delayed charge.

Our spears hit the warriors they fell dead the entire first rank who had come in contact with us had perished we motivate by this minor victory had more power in our arms and the slightest hope of victory the second rank came without warning our spears still inloged into the first ranks corpse were of no help a giant warhorse hit me and I saw little more of the battle.

My eyes went blank I felt nothing no pain no cold of the air no warmth of the blood in my body. Then I saw my castle my lord stood there facing a peasant with a look of hatred unknown to civilized man a look of a chaos warrior. Thousands of knights more glorious then those in the battle I had fought today lined the walls of castle with many peasants standing in front of them I lone war beaten peasant tired and frustrated walked through the gates. My lord yelled a few inaudible words to him and then I responded, as I was the peasant who was there.

My lord appeared as though he had, had many problems with worthless peasants that day and was tired of it. He charged upon me this was even drastic for my lord he often said we were not worth the effort. I was glad to see I wasn’t willing to go without a fight I lowered my spear and charged upon him. Fear crept across his face we hit my spear and his shield; his lance and my head. I was dead again.

Blackness glazed my eyes once again. Beginning to wonder if this is death a sick twisted way of death where for all eternity you would see yourself killed over and over again.

I awoke or at least I thought I did I still could only see blackness but this blackness was of the horses of chaos warriors trampling over me. Light glimmered through the end of the warriors. Still I must be dead doomed to see through my eyes but not control my body for all eternity. I tried to get up as the chaos warriors had all passed and to my great surprise I could. Touching my skin and feeling the warmth of blood again and the coldness of the air I knew I had not died. The lady had saved me but for what point or purpose a small image of the lady of the lake had appeared on my shield. Although this normally meant favored by the lady it meant much more to me.

I then remembered what I had seen it must have been a vision of what would happen if I were to return I knew I couldn’t go west to my lord’s secondary castle. The lands to the east had obviously been taken by chaos. The lands to the south were infested with Skaven. I had only one choice the north where the conclave of light had been legend to of met.