Having defeated the Irish decisively, Fraser Spoke...
'Aye a fine win men, oot smartin’ tha’ Irish went tae plan an’ well it went. A few bruises fae they tatty chuckin’ halfwits wis’ nothin’ tae stop us holding oor ayne’ way’ the Saxon poofs, aye more than a few good men lost tae the battle, but stand firm we did. Lets get intae these Anglo Dane bastards again!'
Fraser went on to battle the Anglo-Danes once again, however things weren’t to the King of North’s usual ways and the event unfolded in defeat for the Scots. A reflective time for the ambitious King?
Fraser spoke once more...
'My Brothers, the defeat I hold heavy against ma heart. At furst’ it seemed a sure ‘hing wae the Anglo Danes, but bad tactics, tactics which I put forth, that’s wit caused oor short an’ sour loss of many. Even I wis’ wounded badly. Fear is a myth tae us an’ it shall remain that way forever more like it was our faethers’ before us. Look forward tae the glory of battle an’ the achievements it brings in the new lands we seek to make compliant tae oor ways. Ways of proud community an’ a warriors way at the heart of every soul born a Scot!
TONGS YA BAS’