Leatherface: A Tale of Old Flanders

In the waning light of a sultry September night, the besieged city of Mons lies shrouded in uneasy silence. Soldiers loyal to the Spanish commander Alva keep watch while the fledgling forces of the Prince of Orange, thinly spread and weary, cling to a fragile hope of revolt. The quiet is broken only by whispered orders that set a stealthy column of six hundred arquebusiers moving northward, their white shirts barely visible against the darkness.

As the hidden army draws ever closer to the Prince’s camp, a sudden alarm rouses the sleeping sentinels, thrusting the night into frantic activity. In the dim glow of the Prince’s tent, a figure cloaked in dark wool and a leather mask steps forward—known only as “Leatherface.” His terse warning of an imminent night attack hints at a desperate, high‑stakes clash that will test loyalties and the very fate of the fledgling rebellion.