The battle Thehistory teacher is telling the class all about William the Conqueror and thetime when he marched on an English city because they wouldn’t pay his taxes. Thenthe teacher takes them to the park to act the battle. “please can we act the battle?” “Yes. Get your armour.
Kneeshaw,pick a side. And let me see, yes, Tyke, you pick a side..
.” “That’s not fair…
” “Of course it is.” We chose our sides, Kneeshaw andme. “we’ll toss for who are to bethe English and who the Normans.” I felt lucky.
I was sure we’dwin the toss and we did. Kneebags pulled his ugly mug at me. I didn’t care. We climbedthe hill and looked down on the others, the enemy.
Willian the ConquerorKneeshaq and his mob. Pitthead, beside me, made a rude gesture of defiance, asSir called it, and we rushed downshouting into battle. The sun was hot on thered walls. A great deal of blood must have flowed there.
I ran for Kneeshaw andbanged his shield with my sword. “Fight for Kneeshaw!” “No, fight for Tiler, andEngland, I called. I banged him on the helmet andhe fell backwards over a tree root, and sat down hurriedly. I fell on him andour armour got tangled up. I pulled his hair. His helmet fell off. The armourslid off us. Sir blew the whistle and the battle was over.
We lay stretched out under thetrees. Sir said something to Patsy Drew and another firl and they went off. Whenthey came back they’d got ice lollies for everyone. We lay and licked themunder the shade of the trees growing by the old,