Prætor Sygarius finally prevailed upon Uther to send half of his army to the continent to help recapture his lost lands in France, including the famed Roman city of Paris. Madoc was tasked with leading his father’s army while the King remained at home to further cement his alliances in anticipation of his grab for the High Kingship.
Once the ships landed on the Norman coast, the knights were tasked with shepherding the Prætor while he made contact with his legion, who had been hiding in the hills and forests. As the war party neared the first rendezvous point, they happened upon a burnt out Roman villa which had been taken over by the Frankish peasants. The heathens were easily wrangled up and crucified for their trespass.
As Prætor Sygarius neared his troops, he sent off two of the knights to bring word to Madoc, at Rouen, that his arrival was imminent. The two knights arrived just in time to witness the glorious storming the city walls, though they were unable to participate; one becoming lost in the army’s press and the other falling from his horse into the moat, barely escaping with his hide.
For the next several days Madoc and his army plundered Rouen to its very bones, only to abandon the campaign just as the Prætor arrived with his hopeful and ragged legion. He watched in horror as the army he hoped would support him filed aboard their ships as Prince Madoc watched calmly, a sardonic grin taunting the Prætor’s honor. In fury, the betrayed Roman mustered his men to march in a hopeless war against the Frankish hordes. The knights, troubled by the betrayal they were forced to support, were somewhat mollified by the sight of their home as the ships reached the cliffs of Dover. Would they even see a half penny of the haul, being denied their rightful glory in arms? Perhaps time will tell.