Best of luck and well done with your IT skills.
Have edited 14 and added this to end
“Work. Work,” screamed the crow.
As the last rider in the column disappeared from view, a group of villeins moved cautiously out from sheltering trees. Bending low, and with eagle eye, they moved slowly through the wide swathe of churned-up dusty ground. Bare feet finding easy purchase over the masses of horse dung, half-eaten bones, scraps of bread and other sundry items carelessly jettisoned by the passing host.
Rich pickings indeed, they would eat well this day. The dung would be carried back to their meagre hovels. Mixed, pummelled, shaped and left to dry, it would burn slow and pungent on a winter’s night.
“God save the King,” lisped a gap-toothed girl, sucking marrow from a splintered, dusty, shit-covered bone.