John's Words

After we swooped out to check of any Frenchman who might attack us, we shut the cathedral's doors and in it, we burnt the wretched carcasses of the French men. The scent of burning flesh was putrid, but it smelt of a work we had done, a sort of hate crime, for the grace of Sicily we committed, we had to, It was for Sicily.

After the burning ceremony, we sat at the banqueting area, John at the center, where he raised his glass of champagne, and spoke, "My men, I raise my glass for our victory, I raise it for the disestablishment of Angevin Sicily. This land belongs to us, our ancestors had travelled from Normandy, and kicked out the Fatimids, and made this land fit for Christianity. Our great king Roger II, With all his might supported the Pope against the combined powers of England and France. He led our victory against the powerful Byzantine Empire, long back, but after his doom all fell. Tancred, a dastardly wretch ascended to the Sicilian throne. Through fate, Germany took over our Island, but at least they respected us, the respected our culture, language, people, but after the terrible incident at Campiano, The French took over, and now that demonic county, that is Anjou, has taken over, Count Charles leading the lot. They call Charles, the"great", but we'll call him the great buffoon, the great unashamed wretch, the tyrant who has no right over Sicily. On this day my men, I John of Procida, shall start leading you to the Reconquista of Sicilica".

A roar of words scattered around, everyone cheered the Leader's words. Everyone wailed, "Ay, bring this man a crown, a coronet worth for an emperor" or "Hail him, Hail him all around for this Procidan deserves it".

John Quietened everyone down, and began his second speech, his life story.

"On a gusty day of 1230, I was born. I grew as a physician. I wanted to treat people. I loved my country, and I wanted to keep my people in good health for I knew, that they were the best ones who would run it. I was married, to a beautiful young lady, Madam Konstantina, from Achea. I had three children with her, I remember. Ah, how little they were, how sweet, two rolling on the floor, giggling and the other at his mother's breast , but now.. Now they are no more, not a single one of them is alive, not my wife not my children. All slain by the French" He wept at the thought of them, he was a family less man like me it seemed "From then on I left my treating job, and now here I am, here I am with my fellow men and women who had the same cause as me, everyone in this room hates the French, every single Frenchman, and now vow with me, CHRISTUS BYIS, CONTRATIAS MORTE GALLIZZA(trns. BY CHRIST, WE WONT LET A SINGLE FRANK LIVE)

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