"My lord, there are young men at the barracks gate every day, wanting to enlist. We can't even chase them away."
Henry sighed and said, "Tell them to go about their business. The army isn't short on men right now. Tell Philip and Vasco to keep their men in line. The moment they get a day off, they're in the taverns bragging."
Henry had a headache dealing with these loyal soldiers who still retained their "humanity." They were too enthusiastic—so enthusiastic they praised Henry as if he were the sun in the sky.
'Look, a steel sword! Check it out, iron armor! Issued by the Lord himself!'
'There's meat and rice, and all the grain you can eat!'
Just those two lines were enough to get the young men who had recently moved here all fired up.
'Damn, I want to enlist too!'
Furthermore, the salaries these soldiers boasted about were also extremely attractive.
