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Hi i am doing a book on king williams conquest of england this is my introduction chapter please take a look at it and tell me if its good or not.
The Norman countryside was dark, ominous, and gloomy that morning. The air was thick and starchy. There was only one thing you could sense it was fear. It was the fear that plugged up all five senses. You could smell it see it feel it and even taste it, and now the Norman army reeked with thus fear that could devoured a mans heart. The fear traveled down the pale white rows of tents, and smoldering fires. It swept past the camp to bread in the English Channel. Where the Norman boats sails were raised to full mast, and the gnarled oars crashed crashed into the water. The fear struck threw everyman, but the heart of a true leader couldn’t be struck by this fear.
William duke of Normandy. Stood above his men. He smelled the fear in the air but refused its poison. William stood proudly before his men. His head was held up high and his gaze pierced the ominous darkness of the camp. His lips were curled upwards as to smirk even laugh at fear. His round chest protruded out wards and was covered by a thick animal skin. That only added to his stature. His bulky arms held stiffly at his side. And around his waist was his sword. His blade was long and thick and was kept in a large leather case, the handle protruded out of the case and shined even though there was no light to be seen. He supported himself on two large powerful legs covered with bronze greaves.
The dark silence was broken by a monstrous voice that spewed out courage and hope. Every man in the army lofted his head and look at William, who demanded their attention and know man would dare refuse it. “There will be a new king of England, one that will unit all the people,” shouted William. The fear suddenly fled as the camp was tossed into an uproar. The men began to shout, “ long live king William,” William Rose his hand and silence of respect. He grasped his sword and lifted it above his head and yelled “ For God and Country”. Once again the camp shouted and cheered “Long live king William.”
The Norman countryside was dark, ominous, and gloomy that morning. The air was thick and starchy. There was only one thing you could sense it was fear. It was the fear that plugged up all five senses. You could smell it see it feel it and even taste it, and now the Norman army reeked with thus fear that could devoured a mans heart. The fear traveled down the pale white rows of tents, and smoldering fires. It swept past the camp to bread in the English Channel. Where the Norman boats sails were raised to full mast, and the gnarled oars crashed crashed into the water. The fear struck threw everyman, but the heart of a true leader couldn’t be struck by this fear.
William duke of Normandy. Stood above his men. He smelled the fear in the air but refused its poison. William stood proudly before his men. His head was held up high and his gaze pierced the ominous darkness of the camp. His lips were curled upwards as to smirk even laugh at fear. His round chest protruded out wards and was covered by a thick animal skin. That only added to his stature. His bulky arms held stiffly at his side. And around his waist was his sword. His blade was long and thick and was kept in a large leather case, the handle protruded out of the case and shined even though there was no light to be seen. He supported himself on two large powerful legs covered with bronze greaves.
The dark silence was broken by a monstrous voice that spewed out courage and hope. Every man in the army lofted his head and look at William, who demanded their attention and know man would dare refuse it. “There will be a new king of England, one that will unit all the people,” shouted William. The fear suddenly fled as the camp was tossed into an uproar. The men began to shout, “ long live king William,” William Rose his hand and silence of respect. He grasped his sword and lifted it above his head and yelled “ For God and Country”. Once again the camp shouted and cheered “Long live king William.”
