<blockquote id="quote"><font size="3" face="book antiqua" id="quote">quote:<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"><i>Originally posted by Colin Knox</i>
<br />A rather haughty looking French Cavalry officer dressed in the uniform the 4th Chasseur a Cheval approached Sir Muddy’s table, he was young and had the swagger of over confidence. Colonel Knox like Marechal MacDonald was of Scots heritage he like the Marechal had shunned his bloodline for the pursuit of glory in the Emperors legions. Drawings his sword he tossed it on sir Muddy’s table knocking flying the numerous ales the British officers were downing. He then spoke with the hubris only a Frenchman could
‘put your hands on this Sir Muddy for if you have the courage for the fight it will be the last time you do, no allied officer has been able to take it from me in all my 11 fights and I dare you to try, I have 11 major victories from 11 outings including some esteemed officers, I am confident I can avenge our Marechal's defeats with ease…’
With that the arrogant young officer stood and glared at Sir Muddy, the other French officers in the tavern let out a cheer and everyone turned to Sir Muddy for his response. The famous allied officer was known for his taste for Marechal’s batons but would he clip the wings of this French officer with the undefeated record…… <hr height="1" noshade id="quote"></blockquote id="quote"></font id="quote">
As the ale spilled over the ends of the table, several Allied Officers jumped up and reached for their swords. Sir Muddy rose as quickly but only to stay his fellow officers. "Now gentlemen," he said, "let us not lose our heads." The good Colonel here has taken offense at our celebrations -- which are after all somewhat at the expense of his Emperor. His reaction is understandable and commended in some ways. But I also note that the young Colonel has had a few drinks and the liquor has probably clouded his judgment somewhat."
"My dear Colonel Knox, please return your sword to its proper place. We are gathered here in the Tavern to celebrate. We are not here to insult or seek a fight. There will be plenty of time for that. And considering the fact that your judgment may be impaired this evening, perhaps you might consider withdrawing your challenge -- with honor of course -- and think about it for a fortnight or more. Then, if you still desire to have your backside stomped by my horse, then send a courier to my HQ. Now is not the time or place."
"Oh, that reminds me; my horse has not been fed his snack of oats this evening and he does get onery if not pampered properly. Would you be so kind as to get the bucket of oats from Helga and take it to the stable boy out back?" I would be much obliged. And then, please sit down and enjoy the evening's festivities."
FM Sir 'Muddy' Jones, KG
2nd Life Guards, Household Cavalry
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