At 13 he was told he was too young to fight and was sent to the kitchen.
10000 men need to be fed.
Most were married to a soldier, the march was long, he was taken by the older maids and did not complain.
They protected him from the men.
He carried the pots on his back
Hundreds of miles.
Loading horses, wanting to be a soldier.
He cut vegetables, and the deer, like a blacksmith he became strong of arm.
Wearing his pans one day an arrow fell off his back as he was going from camp to camp.
When the other arrow fell on a woman

He charged.
Knives and pots were his weapons and he killed.
Well.
There were no survivors.
Bloodlust became his cause.
When you fight for hours on the field the strong stream of heart blood sustains you.
Just underneath the sternum, one strike, pull him down on top of you and drink his blood.
His dead body on top of you protecting you.
That is how you survived.
A medieval battle.
There were no canteens.
Never fuck with the cook.