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Detail of fol. 5r from Royal Armouries Ms. I.33, circa 1300. Public domain
in the US

*by Baroness Ayisha bint Asad <>*

Many of you have heard this already. The lucky ones have lived it. I beg
your indulgence for repeating once more the glories of the Calon Host.

At Gulf Wars this year, there were three battles planned: the Town, the
Field, and the Ravine. The Town was fought, and lost. The Ravine was
flooded. It is of the Field I will now speak.

We gathered upon a Wednesday, fair and sunny. At the appointed hour of 1pm
we mustered. With many still weary from the armored battle, our small group
started out towards the field, a few stragglers trailing behind. No songs
had we this time, but still our banner in front, and a wagon full of water
and shields.

We were directed here, then there, as the generals organized their troops
and counted the tally. Fourty-some per side, if memory serves. Anthills
were active, and we were cautioned accordingly. Our Commander, Master
Donald, was given our assignment: to harry and delay the enemy, as the
cavalry to our side ran ahead and picked them off.

And delay we did! The first round, we advanced as one; then came the
command to fall back. Twice, thrice, we retreated in good order, stringing
along our adversary as their flank was picked apart. Then came the call to
press, step and step again. Across the field we swept them, across the
world’s edge, as our line held and theirs crumbled.

Few fighters we lost that round, and our side’s generals sang the praises
of the Calon Host! Our enemies, too, saw our worth, and sent over their
Masters to better deal with us in the second round.

We were hard pressed then, and many perished. What little I saw: Uji beset
our foe, until he was legged. One reached forth to end him, and in that
moment exposed himself to me. I took the shot, before I too was slain. My
comrades fought bravely, but as the tide advances, so too the wave of the
enemy overtook our lines.

The third and final round then came. Again we advanced, again fell back,
and once again, we pressed the line. One by one our fighters fell, until
four still stood – Ujimori, shield in hand, and no hand left to hold a
sword. Baron Donald, Master of Defense, now defenseless, but still
standing. Master Gawin, and a recruit from the West, Ibrahim, still stood
with arms. Stepped forward they then with what they had in hand (or with
what they did not). Other kingdoms fell in line, and together forced out
the foe. A few scattered fighters then remained to be picked off, and the
third round was ours!

The Calon Host fought as one, and both sides alike acknowledged our role in
the fray.

(Apologies to anyone whose part I remembered incorrectly. Fog of war, and
all that.)
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