（外文电子版资料）Mary Gentle - The Logistics of Carthage.pdf

The Logistics of Carthage Mary Gentle / have put this document together from the different sources included in the Ash papers, and have again translated the languages into modern English. Where necessary, I have substituted colloquial obscenities to give a flavour of the medieval original. Let the casual reader, expecting the Hollywood Middle Ages, abandon hope here. Pierce Ratcliff, a.d. 2010 MOST women follow their husbands to the wars. . .¦..I followed my son. Yolande Vaudins voice came with the grunt and exhalation of physical effort. Guillaume Arnisout looked at her down the length of the corpse they were carrying. He grinned. Your son? You aint old enough to have a grown-up son! She appeared a wonderfully perverse mix of male and female, Guillaume thought. The clinging of her belted mail shirt, under her livery jacket, showed off the womans broad hips. Her long legs seemed plump in hose, but were not: were just not male. Shapely and womanly . . . He got a kick out of seeing womens legs in hose: entirely covered, but the shape so clearly defined—and hers were worth defining. She had her hair cut short, too, like a page or young squire, and it curled sleekly onto her shoulders, uncovered, the rich yellow of wet straw She had been able to slip her helmet off before the sergeant noticed: it was buckled through her belt by the chin strap. That meant he could see all of her wise and wicked face. Shes willing to talk, at least. Cant let the opportunity go to waste. He put his back against the Green Chapels doo