The Slavery of Sir Coucy
Copyright 2012 by Annie DuBois
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Naked and strapped firmly to a rusty iron bed frame, Sir Enguerrand VII, Lord of Coucy, struggled against his restraints. It had been three days since he was locked in this hell-hole. The dungeon was dimly lit, with only one smoky torch struggling to illuminate the entirety of the large room. All he was able to see, aside from his immediate surroundings, was a closed iron maiden standing in the near corner. Enguerrand prayed nightly that he would not end locked inside it.
It had been two days since the knight had been captured on the battlefield by Charles II, King of Navarre. Under normal circumstances, Sir Coucy’s rank and title would have prevented him from this sort of treatment, but these were no normal circumstances. Enguerrand’s house held Charles’ uncle Geoffrey prisoner. A month prior to hostilities breaking out, Geoffrey had brutally pillaged an estate in the Coucy realm, solely to satiate his own bloodlust. It had caused a huge diplomatic incident, and ultimately led to war between France and Navarre.
Enguerrand had been de-horsed and knocked unconscious during the first cavalry charge of the war’s first battle. The knight remembered little of what happened afterwards, only waking up in this dungeon, his entire body shaved of all hair. As far as he could tell, his wounds had been cleaned and sutured while he was unconscious, and aside from likely torture at the hands of “Charles the Bad,” Sir Coucy seemed to be in no immediate danger. Suddenly, the heavy iron doors swung open letting in a light that was blinding to the captive knight’s eyes. When the doors closed back up, none-other than Charles II, King of Navarre stood in front of him.