To Amédée, Duc de Savoy from Philippe, Duc de Bourgogne.
Serpentine brood, devil spawn, ungrateful bastard raised on the generous breast of House of Burgundy. How dare you raise your arm against us, who have been your friends and allies, comrades and benefactors?
Our noble father, Jean Sans Peur, may his valiant soul sit forever at the right hand of the Almighty God, gave you his sister, our beloved aunt, fair and noble Maria de Bourgogne as your wedded wife and treated you as brother and the companion closest. Thanks to the protection of Burgundian Dukes your meagre County of Savoy has been raised graciously to the highest dignity of Imperial Duchy. Now you repay our father's most splendid memory, by allying with the bastard, who bears on his hands the blood of your benefactor and brother?
Oh, how we weep over fate of our beloved aunt, who now imprisoned in your castle dwells, sharing a bed and table with a man so hateful, so demonical and so base and vile!
You, in your defiant and mean heart, have been hiding in your palace, apparently neutral and seemingly uninvolved, but secretly conspiring with our greatest enemy! And suddenly you, whom we had seen as a brother, beloved uncle and friend, good ally and neighbour, turn against us in this darkest hour and put a dagger of betrayal into our back!
Finding that you have committed yourself to hiring mercenaries in great numbers, rather than waging the war with your knights, we take it as a good sign that virtues of loyalty, honour and gratefulness have not fully escaped from the hearts of Savoyard nobles, but only from your dark and benighted soul, and your vassals find your treachery as abhorrent as we do. Hence we place our hope with God Almighty that soon they shall put end to your insane rule, and restore the greatness of Duchy of Savoy.
May remains of your soul rot forever in the lowest echelons of Hell,
By own hand, on this day of Anno Domini One Thousand Four Hundred Nineteen"
Serpentine brood, devil spawn, ungrateful bastard raised on the generous breast of House of Burgundy. How dare you raise your arm against us, who have been your friends and allies, comrades and benefactors?
Our noble father, Jean Sans Peur, may his valiant soul sit forever at the right hand of the Almighty God, gave you his sister, our beloved aunt, fair and noble Maria de Bourgogne as your wedded wife and treated you as brother and the companion closest. Thanks to the protection of Burgundian Dukes your meagre County of Savoy has been raised graciously to the highest dignity of Imperial Duchy. Now you repay our father's most splendid memory, by allying with the bastard, who bears on his hands the blood of your benefactor and brother?
Oh, how we weep over fate of our beloved aunt, who now imprisoned in your castle dwells, sharing a bed and table with a man so hateful, so demonical and so base and vile!
You, in your defiant and mean heart, have been hiding in your palace, apparently neutral and seemingly uninvolved, but secretly conspiring with our greatest enemy! And suddenly you, whom we had seen as a brother, beloved uncle and friend, good ally and neighbour, turn against us in this darkest hour and put a dagger of betrayal into our back!
Finding that you have committed yourself to hiring mercenaries in great numbers, rather than waging the war with your knights, we take it as a good sign that virtues of loyalty, honour and gratefulness have not fully escaped from the hearts of Savoyard nobles, but only from your dark and benighted soul, and your vassals find your treachery as abhorrent as we do. Hence we place our hope with God Almighty that soon they shall put end to your insane rule, and restore the greatness of Duchy of Savoy.
May remains of your soul rot forever in the lowest echelons of Hell,
By own hand, on this day of Anno Domini One Thousand Four Hundred Nineteen"
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