Carsten kicked the Moor to the ground. "Anyone here speak Moorish? Anyone?" He put his swordpoint on the man's neck. "Please come here now, before I slaughter this Moorish dog." He put his foot on the man's throat and shoved his sword in the Moor's arm, causing the Moor to open his eyes as wide as they would go and let out a bloodchilling scream. That would bring the men. Two minutes of this and a dozen soldiers in full armor were coming out, surrounding the two. Six of them pulled the Templar bodies away, the others dragging the Moorish bodies to a fire to incinerate them. He pulled his helmet off. "You, Brother Joe, come here and translate." Joe ran up and looked at him then the Moor expectantly. "Ask him why hes all the way up here, in France."
Joe said some jibberish, and in return the Moor said more jibberish. "He says that they came from ship, landed in Normandy and came down to here. They were trying to raid Normandy and somehow ended up here." Carsten nodded, pulled the sword off and stabbed it in the man's head, pulling it out. "Burn them, bury the soldiers. This is a sad day indeed."

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