The master of the sword

The expanses of the seas had greatly increased and whole ships were conquering seas and lands, now that the time of a century had begun to create new maps and new destinations, yet mankind was entering the first years when the most unexpected ideals had conquered the minds of the most peaceful conquerors. , but time passes, recording every moment a new step in which the previous moment had for a second the most beautiful life and in which a storyteller lays out his first lines on paper, the pen slides and everything catches the mysterious breath of life full of spirit and love.London was in a hustle and bustle, beyond the walls, whole processions stepping on the shiny stone slabs, horses snorting, usually merchants in a hurry in their carts whipping stubborn cattle in a kind of fierce cruelty, people shouted and sometimes

 The years passed beautifully past the family of the Earl of Birmingham and his young son, he became a young blond man, with some hair scattered and combed with difficulty by little servants of the earl's son, some young men carefully chosen to take care of the novice knight, though he trained very much, he liked to fight with those of his age, the sword spun quite well, the crossbow was often used in his hunts with the king's court, but the monarch was absent, for lack of power, in his bed and his son led as much as he could. perhaps good for his early youth and his delicate mustache, for he was far too young to be a strong sovereign, though King Henry was nearing his end, and the fever only restrained him to death, a pain leaped over his ribbed shoulders, and under the watchful eyes of the ferns, dazed by the sharp turn, he looked astonished, so that after a shiver ran through the skinny body of the old monarch, he gave up his spirit and remained with his eyes open like a liv