[French : beau, bel, fine, handsome; see beau + coup, stroke; see coup.]
The table groaned from the weight piled onto it. Voices rose in a cheer, celebrating the beaucoup bounty gathered. Lords slapped each other on the backs and Ladies embraced. Quiet fell as their leader rose from his gilded chair. He didn’t speak, simply inclining his head to begin. Snarls split the air as they ripped into their feast, yanking limbs free and tearing flesh. Blood splashed their skin and soaked into the floor.
In the village outside of the magnificent castle, the peasants hunched their shoulders and tried not to hear the screams. Their continued lives held a price.