I realise, of course, that, in the course of the next week, others might well offer gratuitous crowing about a certain event, but, in the interests of fairness, balance and typical Scottish impartiality, I just feel the need to tell you all what actually happened at Orleans in May 1429. Major Scottish victory against the forces of darkness/England, by the way.
We are, of course, in the third phase of the Hundred Years’ War at that time. Your boy Henry V, (Olivier or Branagh equally good, in my opinion) had seriously stuffed the Frogs at Agincourt in 1415. The French did what they do best – rolled over and gave in.
Couple of things saved them. Henry and his son both popped their clogs prematurely. In addition, an army of Scots arrived to show the benighted garlic-eaters how to fight. Stuffed the Southrons severely at the battle of Bauge in 1421 and saved France from being completely taken over by the AS. The Jocks got gubbed themselves a few times themselves over the next few years but I personally put that down to the fact that we (sorry Brendano) were on the wrong side and that we could not trust our ‘ally’ to turn up most of the time, let alone actually fight.
Anyhow, and moving on, the French were more gracious in those days and actually thanked and rewarded us for our efforts. John Carmichael of Carmichael, 3rd Baron, who had fought at Bauge, was made Bishop of Orleans and led the defence thereof during the siege. Many of the other defenders of the city were also Sweaties.
First serious attempt to raise the siege ended in disaster. A Franco/Jock army attacked a convoy commanded by the Sir John Falstaff which was bringing supplies to the English. The Scots had been been in France for a while by then and were seriously missing simple fare instead of the filthy foreign muck they were having to eat. Driven mad by the sight of barrels of salted fish and oatmeal, they hurled themselves against the English. The French failed to actually fight, as usual, and we (sorry yet again Brendano) lost most of of our army, including the Constable of Scotland. Google it, if you don’t believe me – the battle of the Herrings.
Minor setback. Jeanne d’Arc hove into view and was escorted to Orleans by a loyal band of Scots archers, in the absence of the French who were, as usual, too chicken to front up.
The rest is history.