John And The Rebels Act V Of

John And The Rebels: Act V Of Tragedy Of Richard III Rewritten As A Narrative For A Ten-year-old. Essay, Research Paper

The boy-page held the tent flap open as Richmond and his officers emerged out. They had been occupied in there since the messenger came with the letter from Stanley and had not emerged for hours afterwards. The page had waited obediently; making sure that no one interrupted the counsel.

As Richmond came out, his kind eyes fell on the boy and he greeted him with a warm smile, .Hello John..

He remembers my name! John.s heart filled with pleasure. His nervousness didn.t let him speak so he just bowed and smiled back. Richmond ruffled his blond hair and asked him to tend to his duties. Since the page had none, he just moved away and watched the knight pass through the ranks, instructing and encouraging the men to get ready for tomorrow.s battle.

John knew that he had made the right decision when he fled from London to join the rebels. Since he was only eleven he was not allowed to be a soldier but Sir Oxford had noticed the boy.s skill with horses and so he had personally taken him in to be his page.

He was content with the time spent in Richmond.s force although it was filled with hard chores. He was made responsible for many things and this made him proud to be a pageboy. He had met many other boys like him, who had fled from the tyranny of the evil King. Like the others his own family had suffered under Richard.s harsh rule. The Kings men had beheaded his father, being a noble. His mother had then left for another man and had forgotten about her only child. No one else to turn to, John fled to Richmond. Here he found the love and protection he had yearned for and enjoyed the hard work found in a marching army.

A cheer from the men caused John to interrupt his thoughts. He saw that Richmond now stood on a platform, his head high above the others. John looked at him with admiration and pride. The knight.s warm eyes surveyed his men in a way that filled them with courage and security.

As he spoke his bold voice carried clearly to John, .My brave men and loving friends! We have marched into the centre of the land with no resistance from the enemy. Victory is near. Our forces shall crush the tyranny that plagues this land. We shall rescue the people from the devil. Our beloved father, Stanley has sent us lines of fair comfort and encouragement. With it a message that the enemy is waiting for us in Leicester, a days march from here..

.In God.s name we shall find courage and valour to pass the last trial of war, and then I promise you, my good men of God, we shall be rewarded with peace..

John joined in the tremendous cheer that filled the sky. The army prepared to march. It was inevitable that they win.

In contrast to the rebels, Richard.s grand army although three times in size was more solemn and quiet. The red tents were pitched and the mad rush to intercept the rebels was over. Although tired after the long fast march, the men were forced to do their duties before they were allowed to rest.

His men had never seen Richard in such a mood. Recently he had become edgy and prone to quick bursts of anger. Although they knew that King was much a man of battle than peace, there still seemed to be something that caused a lag in the King.s movements.

Even though Richard was trying to uplift his soldiers with words of encouragement and laughter, he could not banish the feeling of inevitable defeat that hung over the camp, even he felt it and that didn.t make him feel any better. But wisely he managed to conceal it with a cheerful face.

Unsatisfied with the results of his efforts, he sulked back to his tent where he found Norfolk and a glum Surrey awaiting him. He decided to try again, so he said cheerfully, .My Lord Surrey, why do you look so downcast..

.Oh, am sure that I feel much happier than I look. was the uninspired reply.

Giving up the pointless cause he turned to Norfolk, .How big are the rebel forces..

.Six or seven thousand at their utmost power..

.Our forces are three times as big! My name is a tower of strength that soft Richmond certainly lacks. Come, gentlemen lets us see what the land looks like. Quickly now, tomorrow is a busy day..

A peaceful stillness came over the rebel camp as the soldiers slowly retired to their tents. John cherished the tranquillity of the golden sunset, it was one of the rare moments where he was allowed to just sit there and let the memories flow away.

Soft voices drifted to his ears, and once he realised that it was Richmond conferring with his generals he couldn.t help but overhear.

.Surely this magnificent sunset is a sign of our coming victory over evil. Take heart gentlemen, because God is on our side..

He called over to John, .Come page get me ink and paper to my tent.. Then to his officers, .Sir Brandon, you shall bear my standard. My Lord of Oxford, you and Sir Herbert stay with us. Let the Earl of Pembroke lead his regiment separately. Captain Blunt, go tell the Earl to meet me here tomorrow as early as possible.. The Captain started to leave, when Richmond called him back, .One more thing good Captain, where is Lord Stanley.s forces..

.Unless I am mistaken, his regiment lies half a mile south of the King..

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