Sure, the Welsh had been ruthlessly defending their hills and valleys from invaders for thousands of years, well maybe just hundreds of years, but the Anglo-Saxons had battled them to a stalemate, neither army able to capture the other’s King, or designated imperial chief commanding officer, multiple times, bypassing always for the most part the other’s Queen, unless there was some love interest which could be chronicled on a scroll, some of which were then used as screenplays in the production of chivalrous sunny swashbuckling swordfighting movies whereby one army arrives by boat led by a handsome hearty hero and tries to lay siege, odds, eggs, or down, even though the Queen could maneuver in any direction, right, left, up, down, or diagonally, simply “all around”, the King limited always
