He stood and listened to Molly talk and nods his head letting her know he was listening not to interrupt her. Stupidity yes it is in his mind. Looking back into her eyes as she did into his and smiles.

MMM what do you mean?

Not realizing that he was still holding the tent flap open when Molly asked him to close it. He tightened the flaps together to keep the cold out and keep the warmth in. Knowing the child would need some warmth if it going to be born in the cold.

I did not realize I was still holding the flaps open *chuckles* Thank you for the reminder.

Molly nodded as the tent closed tightly. Lowering her body into a chair, and letting her swollen ankles rest.

"It's Grundal, You know he was emotional, and seen him fighting against his beloved Ireland brothers and sisters. I am betting that as soon as word hit Dietrich of Grundal breaking away he sent a recruitment letter to him. Nay given him a chance to think properly. Grundal of course being confused and angry jumped, and probably gave his word to fight me with him. Although knowing Grundal as we do. You know he isn't so much happy. He is wanting home, and feeling fairly under appreciated. More like that manipulator's meat shield. Knowing the spirit of Grundal I would say indeed wishing to be free of his word now. Sadly Dietrich now holds him as a slave. Dietrich will never give this up. It will need to be taken from him."

Sighing with a shake of her head she reaches for the warmed water, and pours some into the tea leaves. Taking her cup for some cream and sweetener.

"I won't stop until I am sure Grundal is doing what is right for him. He is part of the family, and no matter the harsh words meant, and actions done. Deserves still the protection of his family."

Molly sits back with the tea cup in both hands. Gently raising it to her lips, and drawing in the hot fluid.

Upon this day the welcoming has begun. In these past days much has happened in the small world of the Irish Banrion. First comes the battle of Suedjylland. Once more an Irish victory would be assured. The crucifix would be ready, and double bodied placed. Only this time the Banrion wouldn't see the crucifying.

The battle happened just as any other. The allies for freedom forces of the Irish and Burgandy armies began the long distance assault. Brilliantly the battle would take place. Molly and her defenders alone would take many massive hits to their enemy. In other terms could be victims.

In this battle Molly filled with a rare feeling though. A charge that drove her into a frenzy. It would drive all of the Irish into a frenzy unlike that of which had never been seen. The elites once more faced would be no match for the electrified forces. In fact they would drop like flies. As if some power greater than all of them was striking them down.

After a long battle there would be fifty - four of the original fifty - eight standing allies on the field. Really it would be more like fifty - three. No sooner had the attack begun, and charge put in motion. Than Molly would fall to her knees.Blood would be all over, and soaking her leathers. Only Molly wouldn't be wounded, or dying. Not an injury at all in fact.

Instead it was time on this Danish land, that Molly began to give birth. Quickly Molly was rushed back to her tent by her defenders, and her leathers would be stripped. Only now that she killed the Viking spy who was her servant, Rose. Charlotte and Valery had been sent away with the midwife. Molly had no one to help her deliver. She gripped onto the more thin of her defenders, and was going to make him remain through the entire process.

By time the battle would be over. Again the victory horns did sound, and celebrations begin. Molly's other royal defender went to spread word of the coming child.

Well through the night Molly would labor, and strain through the delivery. Only she would not have yet the bairn she had been waiting so long for. By the following evening reports were coming in. Much to Molly's Pleasure, despite her current condition, she would have news of her success. One of the Saxon armies had finally succeeded in what Molly's goal was.

The first wave of attack, and success would hit, and destroy Sweden. Molly would throw her head back releasing a laugh blending into her moans. "They lost their virginity!" She did proclaim. With tears in her eyes she was happy finally rectification was hers. Those who thought themselves above all recourse. Those who thought themselves invincible. Those who believed they could not be harmed, since never had they. They now felt the cold hard reality of life. No one is a god.

Molly would also find out soon the Danish, Swedish, and Polish army was closing in. She was no longer safe with distance. Her allies were moving to secure her place. The Burgundy army would be first to slip through. Gaining the upper ground as Molly had planned. Meanwhile Molly sent her thin guardian out to plunder the livestock. Finding her a horse fit for her, and this condition.

It would be soon the guardian would return with a beautiful, and very green horse for Molly to ride out of the death valley they currently occupy. They procured Molly a young brown gelding. In which Molly did name it Rich mahogany eminence. A name derived from her enemy of DietRich den Uxi, king of Sweden. The horses name meant Rich Brown Royal. *coughs*

Molly would joke late that every time the horses tail would lift, she would know Dietrich den Uxi was speaking his nonsense again. It just so happened that it would be a common, and almost daily thing.

Not much longer later the report that the second wave was nearing it's target. Molly would close her eyes laying back, soaked in sweat, but smiling, as she knew what was mere days away. If she was to die now by the heavenliest blessing she would know. She pulled off everything she aimed to do. All her enemies would be punished, and she brought a level of in sight and life to her family that lacked therefore previously.

Molly knew now that her, and her nations real allies held the upper hand. "He he huuuu" She would breath to the growing pains, rocking as her back began to tense, and pain shot through her. Molly relaxed as all around her things fell into place. The barbarian ports were destroyed, and their forces became trapped. On the other side fo the great water rained a real storm of unstoppable moon shattering pay backs. They had already managed to remove two or three of the barbarian sinners from the war, and taken the war front not to the one place all believed it would be. No they took it to five fronts. All of which were highly successful. Confusing, and destroy much more than the allies ever lost. Molly was proud of her family. Both Irish and extended allies.

They have proven their ability to not only work together, but to stick together as well. They proved themselves far more noble and with honor than those who would claim it loudest. They lived, each and every one of them, but a real knights code. This is the real victory, and as such Molly proclaims the Irish, Saxons, Burgundy, Spain, France, England, and all allies victorious.

~A Knights Code for Civalry and Honor~

1. ~A knight is expected not only to have great adornment and well maintained weapons, physical ability, and training.

2. ~A knight is expected to temper his aggressive side with a chivalrous side to his nature

3. ~To protect the weak and defenseless

4. ~To give help to widows and orphans

5. ~To refrain from the maliciously giving of offense

6. ~To despise monetary reward

7. ~To fight for the welfare of all

8. ~To avoid unfairness, meanness and deceit

9. ~To keep faith

10. ~At all times to speak the truth

11. ~To persevere to the end in any readiness in undertaking begun

12. ~To respect the honour of women

13. ~Never to refuse a challenge from an equal

14. ~Never to turn the back upon a foe

15. ~To serve and maintain faith

16. ~To serve in valour and faith

17. ~To obey those in authority

18. ~To guard the innocent

19. ~Love all men and women


Faith, Charity, Justice, Commonsense, Caution, Temperance, Resolution, Truth, Generosity, Diligence, Hope, Valour, Respect, Love

"He he he hu." Molly sent forth a letter to all of the world...

The holy flutes played a majestic tale of Irish blessing. Only the quietest of souls would hear such a sound. The magic reflecting in the souls of all Irish on this day. Not just standing Irish, but those gone and lost as well.

Their encampment was packed, and Molly aided onto her horse, Rich mahogany eminence. For such a fresh horse, RmE stood tall and strong. Almost as if his soul and spirit itself was led by a holier guide. Molly glowed brightly as she looked to the course they must travel. Knowing her child was screaming now after such a long wait to come into the world.

Molly remained silent, and did not rush. Her horse stepped gently the entire way from Suedjylland to Hamburg. All the Irish rode or walked both beside, and just behind. Allowing Molly to face where she went with grace, and elegance. The woman who normally is so short and corny now appeared almost a new individual.

The mass of the Irish with her Molly began to go home. Her home would always be in the main countries of Europe. Not this frozen version of hell. Although she had to admit inside of herself. Even this place of such death. Showing her destructive campaign of revenge. This place still had the beauty of the holy spirit. Although it was lost to it's leaders.

It showed a unique beauty all it's own. As the congregation of Irish reached into Hamburg. Like a holy sign the baby began to crown. Molly stopped her horse, and was welcomed with open arms by the Christians thus living in these lands. The simple peasants, and aiding her into their homes and inns. "I said I would mark Hamburg as mine, and thus it is now known. The birth place of the Blessed child." Molly would tell them with a smile.

Not long would pass before Molly's child would enter the world. Only a single cry marking his arrival and claim to life. Right upon this Saxon land the child of no mans making was born. "Charles Conway Cumhaill has arrived, bring Majestic Ireland's chancellor to me." Molly would not say another word, but tend to her son. While heavens angels began to sing, and spirits of the Celtic people cheered. Marking this a star grew brighter, and all life calmed for a single day.

Majestic was in the back of the group of the Irish listening to what is taking place while he was tending his Chancellor duties. He knew something good was bound to happen. One of the Guards came up to him and spoke.

Sire, the Queen asks for your appearance immediately.

He had finished as soon as the Guard finished speaking then nods to him.

On my way Guard and thank you.

He weaved through the crowd of cheering Irish Knights trying to get to Molly. As he neared Molly he saw something. A child in her arms. He smiles.

Finally, you have a child after so long. A beautiful child.

He waited for her response.

Looking to Majestic as he spoke. She gently smiled to him, as her eyes lifted from her son. She motioned for Majestic to join her.

"Yes I have a son now. A son of no father, or earthly creator. Surely he will be a handful to raise. Even if his arrival was very untraditional to me, and being fairly easy. Still like most boys he is stubborn, bull headed, and prepared to fight."

She chuckles a bit offering Majestic to hold him.

"You have not missed the arrival of one of my children. I can not imagine even one with out you here with us."

Seeing her smile then her offering her son for him to hold, he became silent not knowing what to say. He felt honored that she would do that. He nods and carefully takes her son into his arms and held him like he did with his two daughters when they were born.

Well, thank you I am honored and flattered.

Looking at the Guard motioning for him to get him a chair to sit down. The Guard nodded and proceeded to get a chair and set it next to Molly. Maj sat down and looked at the child smiling.

Beautiful child Molly. If you ever need help with your son I'd be happy to help.

Grabbing his tiny hand running his fingers along the back of his hand enjoying holding the child in his arms. This was indeed a special day for everyone.

The Irish had taken some time off now from the war. Being hosted by Saxony. Upon this day Molly returns from her great slumber. Which really was not a slumber at all, but rather all the social and special events that were needing completed. She was still wearing the firm green court gown married her beloved Alrik in. The urges and dreams were finally upon them.

His lips still upon hers, as she took young Charles with her into her tent. Having also returned with a new and checked servant, whom Molly called Irish Foxy, or foxy for short. She was a simple child of maybe fourteen, but she served already Molly well.

Molly spun around gently in her tent as Foxy looks around to all of the intriguing items. Molly still felt her husbands lips burning upon her own plush lips. Her body completed with the consummation. Finally, in the long drawn out movement of twirls, Molly reached the bassinet for Charles to rest. She placed him into the thick blankets, and moved to have her gown stripped. She maybe a blushing new bride, but the war must go on eventually.

Even if the time for the pleasure couldn't be resisted. Who else but Molly would take time from a war, to give birth, and to wed? Even as the war must continue, it is still nice to know her husband had taken over the diplomatic end of things. Molly tired of listening to those mouths open. Every lie they spilled. Calling her many times an unfit ruler. Still it was not her country reaching bankruptcy over this war. Oh no she planned and planned well.

Even with all of their losses Ireland still had thousands in savings. Easy to repair the minuscule damages. Molly's royal guards positioned around her tent, and Molly completed moving into her leathers. Seeming almost refresh and ready to take up the tasks again. "Foxy please go and fetch Majestic." Molly motions her to move with out hesitation.

Still Irish Foxy gave Molly a look of concern. Not yet having a moment to learn who any one was. The young girl gave a quick curtsy and rushed from the tent. Sure she could ask someone for help in figuring out who Majestic was to retrieve him for Molly.

He was sitting at the firepit when he looked up to see this servant running around looking confused. He got up went up to her asked her if she was lost. The servant looked down in shyness. She spoke very quiet but he heard her well enough.

I am to fetch a man by the name of Majestic, the Banrion wants him in her tent.

He looked at her oddly. He knew that Molly had just gotten married but why would she want Majestic when she should be spending time with her husband Alrik.

You are speaking to him, please lead on.

OH!?!?! You are Majestic. Oh Wonderful.

She lead him back to where Molly was staying in.

My lady? Here is Majestic.

She stepped aside to let Maj enter the tent. Maj was a little nervous to be in the tent of a married woman.

Hello, what can I do for you?

When Majestic enters with Foxy Molly had already unrolled the maps for planning. Looking up to him smiling her hair loosely tied, and hanging in front of her shoulder.

"What are you surprised? Ireland is still at war. Have the soldiers taken their new positions? Come we have a new mission let us discuss it a bit over tea."

As Molly finished speaking her eyes quickly looked up at Foxy to see if the young girl had taken the hint. "On second thought maybe a little whiskey since the bairn is out." Molly looked back to Majestic with a wink. Waiting for Majestic to take the seat beside her so she could demonstrate the new plan.