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Authors: julius schenk
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that?” she asked with surprise.
“Of course I do, now get going I have a fake battle to conduct, and take the map,” he said.
“What do you want us to do? She asked.”
“Warning them we're coming will be a good start, keep an eye out for Skinner I’ll send him to you if we need to talk. Now go save me from doing things I don’t want to do."
****
Thellas threw back the flap of the tent and stalked from it to his tall white horse which was being held by a small page boy, with a fine clean tunic. The tiny boy bowed to him and helped him mount the horse quickly. He hated these Northmen and mercenaries, they were all so tall, he wasn’t even short for a Pellosi man, almost six feet, yet these giants were still a hand or so taller than him, it was embarrassing. Mounted, he kicked his fine steed harder than he needed to, it took off with a jump and pounded towards the Keep.
His small army of men was waiting for him in the courtyard. Now at least, he felt better. His soldiers bowed their head respectfully as he passed and he could see the tinges of fear in their eyes, that was better, he was someone to be taken seriously. Jumping from his horse and landing hard he saw his mentor Renfra. He took the old man by the shoulder and led him inside of the Keep.
These Red Bastards were hardly the cold-blooded killers he’d been told about. They were much too curious by far and that Goldie was much too clever for his own good. He thought they’d be happy with their assignments and raping a few priestess to get the locals riled up should have been a nice little bonus for them.
“What is it my king, you seem agitated?” Renfra asked.
“I am, it’s these men we’ve hired. I doubt them. I can trust them about as far as their fleas can jump,” he said.
“They are mercenaries, to be untrustworthy is their profession,” he said.
“But they seem to find this current chore distasteful, what should I do, kill them now, do it myself?” he said.
“Let’s not do anything rash. I suggest sending a small group of men to shadow them. We can watch and report on what they do. If we have to kill them earlier than planned so be it. Either at Twin Plains once they have helped our cause or on the road somewhere between, it matters not,” he said.
The king calmed himself and looked at his mentor.
“Wise council as always, you go with them. I trust you most of all,” he said.
Renfra could be trusted to guide him. He’d been the one to show him the truth of the world and the horrors that hid in the shadows. The problem was a lack of fear. There were people like Elizebetha and this young bastard Seth who were against the natural order of things and they felt no fear from their actions. They seemed to think they could do anything they liked and they wouldn’t be called to account, but now he had the power he’d change that, they would learn to be afraid, just like he had.
He’d woken screaming in his bed every night for months. Visions of his father’s destroyed and desecrated body before him. He imagined the animals that had done it, their sharp soulless teeth ripping his skin and mauling him like they had his father.
He was woken by a hand lightly shaking his shoulder. It was Renfra shaking him awake.
“My young king, we’ve finally found one, one that knows of what happened to your father,” he said. The man was smiling broadly and helped him from his bed.
The young king slowly got dressed as Renfra waited outside. Putting on his finest armor and strapping a small Child’s sword to his side. He was still on thirteen and tried to calm himself, he’d asked them to find the killer and now they had. He walked from his bedroom, the bed still soaked with cold stale piss from his night terrors and walked out. His maids never mentioned it and there were no rumors or giggles behind his back, they knew better than that.
Renfra walked slowly ahead of the young king and guided him from the main Keep. They walked
“Of course I do, now get going I have a fake battle to conduct, and take the map,” he said.
“What do you want us to do? She asked.”
“Warning them we're coming will be a good start, keep an eye out for Skinner I’ll send him to you if we need to talk. Now go save me from doing things I don’t want to do."
****
Thellas threw back the flap of the tent and stalked from it to his tall white horse which was being held by a small page boy, with a fine clean tunic. The tiny boy bowed to him and helped him mount the horse quickly. He hated these Northmen and mercenaries, they were all so tall, he wasn’t even short for a Pellosi man, almost six feet, yet these giants were still a hand or so taller than him, it was embarrassing. Mounted, he kicked his fine steed harder than he needed to, it took off with a jump and pounded towards the Keep.
His small army of men was waiting for him in the courtyard. Now at least, he felt better. His soldiers bowed their head respectfully as he passed and he could see the tinges of fear in their eyes, that was better, he was someone to be taken seriously. Jumping from his horse and landing hard he saw his mentor Renfra. He took the old man by the shoulder and led him inside of the Keep.
These Red Bastards were hardly the cold-blooded killers he’d been told about. They were much too curious by far and that Goldie was much too clever for his own good. He thought they’d be happy with their assignments and raping a few priestess to get the locals riled up should have been a nice little bonus for them.
“What is it my king, you seem agitated?” Renfra asked.
“I am, it’s these men we’ve hired. I doubt them. I can trust them about as far as their fleas can jump,” he said.
“They are mercenaries, to be untrustworthy is their profession,” he said.
“But they seem to find this current chore distasteful, what should I do, kill them now, do it myself?” he said.
“Let’s not do anything rash. I suggest sending a small group of men to shadow them. We can watch and report on what they do. If we have to kill them earlier than planned so be it. Either at Twin Plains once they have helped our cause or on the road somewhere between, it matters not,” he said.
The king calmed himself and looked at his mentor.
“Wise council as always, you go with them. I trust you most of all,” he said.
Renfra could be trusted to guide him. He’d been the one to show him the truth of the world and the horrors that hid in the shadows. The problem was a lack of fear. There were people like Elizebetha and this young bastard Seth who were against the natural order of things and they felt no fear from their actions. They seemed to think they could do anything they liked and they wouldn’t be called to account, but now he had the power he’d change that, they would learn to be afraid, just like he had.
He’d woken screaming in his bed every night for months. Visions of his father’s destroyed and desecrated body before him. He imagined the animals that had done it, their sharp soulless teeth ripping his skin and mauling him like they had his father.
He was woken by a hand lightly shaking his shoulder. It was Renfra shaking him awake.
“My young king, we’ve finally found one, one that knows of what happened to your father,” he said. The man was smiling broadly and helped him from his bed.
The young king slowly got dressed as Renfra waited outside. Putting on his finest armor and strapping a small Child’s sword to his side. He was still on thirteen and tried to calm himself, he’d asked them to find the killer and now they had. He walked from his bedroom, the bed still soaked with cold stale piss from his night terrors and walked out. His maids never mentioned it and there were no rumors or giggles behind his back, they knew better than that.
Renfra walked slowly ahead of the young king and guided him from the main Keep. They walked
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