The Knight gnced around, noting how different the vilge had bee since he had st visited the vilge many years ago. Where o was surrounded by a wooden fehere was a greater wall made of earth around it, as well as several outposts.

  Fifty steps out from the vilge, the earth had been shifted, allowing the vilge to overlook the nd around, and the nearby river had also been moved with some effort so it provided a barrier to one side.

  ‘Are they preparing for a war?’ Sir James’ lips turned into a smirk. For half a moment he believed Sir Harold reparing to face against the King, but such a thing was utterly preposterous. Even if this little vilge did form some defences, what could they do against the might of Aldnd and its armies?

  The vilger guided the Knight and his panions further ihrough the newly built gate, and towards the tre where the Chief was currently waiting to deal with the Knights. He was an older man, old as the day was long during noonval, bald, with a thick beard. He was thin, like a stylus, and clutched a staff tight in one hand to assist him in his day to day living.

  “Hello, good Sirs, how may I assist you?” the old Chief asked, smiling nervously at the Knight and his panions.

  “Where is Sir Harold?” Sir James asked, his eyes sing the area, showing nard for the Chief. He was searg for Sir Harold, or Sir Royce, who was anreat figure he had wished to meet during his journey. He would never have e to su irrelevant vilge like this, though at his King’s and, and with the opportunity to meet two great figures, he could not refuse.

  “They’re not around at the moment, but if you’d like to join us for some tea, they should appear soon.” The Chief’s offer of hospitality was forced, due to the rank of the figures before him.

  Sir James was no typical Knight, and though the title alone would have allowed him to push around ahin the vilge, Sir James was a man who wore a red cloak with a gold trim. These cloaks were gifted by the King himself, and only to those who had mao achieve the rank of Master, warriors of great prowess. The bde at his side, with the golden pommel revealed that Sir James was from the Order of the King, a King’s Bde.

  The Chief had been surrounded by many great warriors retly, but he uood the differeween the Iyrmen and the Knights. The Iyrmen’s strength was great, yes, but they followed the ws of this nd, the very same ws which allowed any o act with almost plete impunity.

  Of course the Nobles had to pid choose when to exercise their powers, f to deal with a group of great adventurers had its issues, but to small vilgefolk like them? The King’s Bde could cut him down and walk away, hands fresh with blood, but without a single crime itted.

  “Very well,” the Aldishman replied. As a Knight there was some de to be had, and one such rule was to accept tea from the likes of Chiefs and other Nobles. It would have been rude to refuse, and would have brought a stain on his honour unless he had a great reason to refuse.

  As the tea was made, brewed within the iron pot, with a spsh of milk and the smallest bit of spice, the sounds of heavy wings beating caught the King’s Bde’s attention. The magical gryphon nded down nearby, and the man in pte armour dismounted, before stepping closer towards the Sir James and the two Experts beside him.

  “Sir Harold,” Sir James said, smiling towards the great warrior before him. Even in his twilight years, Sir Harold held a great presence about him. He removed his helmet, revealing his chestnut hair and his thick moustache. “Sir James Kalloway, ander of the Seventh pany.”

  “It is a pleasure to meet you, ander,” Sir Harold replied, bowing his head gently. ‘A ander?’ There were ten panies uhe King’s and, and eaander ruled over one hundred and twenty soldiers total, with the First pany holding almost double the number of soldiers.

  Harold uood that the situation was far more serious than he first realised. ‘If he has sent a ander…’

  “I am sure you uand why I have e,” Sir James Kalloway said. “The King requires your assistance.”

  “I appreciate you ing all this way, Sir James, but I must apologise.” Sir Harold spoke meekly, his voice low. “I am retired now. I am no lohe King’s Sword.”

  “You swore your Oaths, Sir Harold.”

  “I did. I swore my Oaths. I swore them to the King’s grandfather, who at one point I called my closest friend. When he passed, he released me from my Oaths, and asked me a favour. I remaio guide his son, the King’s father, and when he passed away suddenly, I remaio advise the King.” Sir Harold stared at Sir James, who was a Master, and had been so for a short while though he was only in his mid forties. “My guidance was refused, so I retired.”

  Sir James Kalloway was going to speak up to defend his King, but seeing the look in Sir Harold’s eyes, he thought twice. Everyone khe pain which had been caused to Sir Harold back then, and as much as he could feel the rage of the massacre build up, Sir James kept his heart calm as a breeze. “The King requires your assistance.”

  “I am retired,” Harold repeated. “I must ask that you drink your tea and leave.”

  “The King requires your assistance,” Sir James said, louder now. “This is not a request, but an order, one for a subject of reat King. This is a great honour, and you must oblige as a willing subject of reat try. It is your duty.”

  “I know my duty, King’s Bde,” Sir Harold stated, his voice deeper now, holding greater strength. “I have pleted it.”

  Sir James could feel the Experts behind him straighten up. A Master and two Experts against the King’s Sword, who wore but a breastpte, but carried at his side a sword James had never seen. There was a differeween a King’s Bde and the previous King’s Sword, idely known to be the greatest King’s Sword to date. “The King is giving you a ore.”

  “What more do I require?”

  “The Prince will be leading the forces to the isnds which we had mao wrestle from Asoisonous grip. You will assist reat Prince, bringing back gold and glory for our Kingdom, and for the vilge. Aswadia has broken, giving us a rare ce to finally bring pead propero the barbarians. This ce is on a lifetime, a ce to dry the ink in the books of history.”

  ‘On a lifetime,’ Sir Harold thought. It was the same phrase the King had used back then. Harold closed his eyes, thinking about the meeting. Even now he could smell the wood of the war table, the light perfume that had been worn by one of the advisers.

  “You should leave,” Harold stated, his voice full of a great authority he had long since abandoned.

  Sir James remained for a moment, gring at Sir Harold. “The people viewed you as a great hero, but you are nothing more than a coward.”

  Harold motioned with his arm towards the main road which led out towards the rge gate. The King’s Bde marched out, with his panions following him out. Their armour jangled, causing the vilgers to step aside. Sir James kept his head held high, for he wouldn’t allow any of the peasants to look down on him.

  “It did not go well?” the sed King’s Bde asked once Sir James had returned. He, too, wore a thick moustache, though his was darker, though his eyes were a pierg blue.

  “No,” Sir James replied, rubbing his horse’s side tenderly.

  “I had expected as much,” Sir Domigate replied, pg a hand on his panion’s shoulder. He had brought his two Knights too, as well as a handful of elite soldiers, who had remained behind with the King’s Bde. It had been Sir Dominic’s request, to go separately as to not appear domineering before Sir Harold and Sir Royce, who may have taken it as a challeo their authority.

  “The peasants have armed themselves,” Sir James said. “I noted a fereat ons at their side, not just spears, but bdes too.”

  “Bdes?” Sir Dominic rubbed his . “The Beast Wave was rather difficult this year.” He said no more about the matter, not wanting to speak ill of their King’s wisdom.

  “They were of fine make.”

  “Where did they gather such great ons?”

  “Stolen? They are oners, it would be expected of them.” Sir James sneered slightly. “How many thieves, robbers, vagabonds e from their ranks? It would not surprise me.”

  Sir Dominic smiled. The prejudice against oners always caused him to smile. He did not agree so deeply with his panion, but he would not rebuke the King’s Bde, not while in front of their subordinates.

  “We should return to Ever Green and spend a few nights,” Sir Dominic said. “We will return to speak with Sir Harold aime.”

  “Will he listen? He has already refused several times, what will make ime different?”

  “Sir Harold is seal. He holds the vilge and its people within his heart. He must uand that it is safe due to our King’s grace. Once he remembers that, Sir Harold will return eagerly to assist us.”

  “Who would dare to trouble this vilge?” Sir James asked.

  “Sir Harold is but one man, he ot be everywhere all at ohe ime you speak with him, I will be elsewhere, and then the message will be sent. The King’s request must be fulfilled this time. We ot retury handed, Sir James.”

  “Kill them?” Sir James asked to firm. “We are tasked to defend them.”

  Sir Dominic smiled. As much as Sir James despised the onfolk, he knew his duty. “They are oners. It would be expected of them.”

  “Oh dear,” called a voice from nearby.

  The Knights all drew their bde, pointing it towards the stranger who was leaning against a tree nearby, his arms crossed. He was a handsome fellow, so handsome that Sir James thought him to be of Noble blood. He was fairly tall, lean, and wore a bde at his side, yet was unarmoured.

  “State your name and business,” Sir Dominic said, as though giving the man a ce.

  “I don’t think I will give my he stranger replied, still leaning against the tree. “Not to a bunch of dead men.”

  Sir Dominic smiled. “What? You believe yourself to be so capable? Even Sir Harold would think twice against the dozen of us.”

  “I don’t think so,” the man said, stepping away from the tree, fshing the most cocky smile the Knights had ever seen. “He might be an old, handsome guy, but he’s not that weak he o think about the likes of you.”

  “How dare yo-,” Sir James called, before they heard the twang and the whistling, before their horses whinnied and cried, before falling. They sheir heads back, as over twenty vilgers appeared, crossbows in hand. Some wore thick hides, studded with ptes of metal, and carried at their backs rge shields. Some wore bdes at their sides, and others long spears. They had taken out a number of horses in an instant, and as the moments passed, the remaining horses were dealt with.

  “What do you think you are doing?” Sir Dominic asked, turning his attention to the vilgers for a moment, before looking back at the stranger again. “How dare you draw your ons against Knights of Aldnd.”

  “They did not,” called a familiar voice, and Sir Harold stood, not twenty paces away, having appeared from almost nowhere.

  Sir Dominic’s head so Sir Harold, before Sir James stepped beside him, motioning his head to the stranger, where another man appeared. He was tall, well built, and carried a rge maul.

  “What is the meaning of this?” Sir James asked, noting they were surrounded by vilgers, and the trio of great warriors. He could feel it, the great strength each of them emanated. He knew Sir Harold and Sir Royce, but the stranger who had spoken was someone he did nnise, but he was sure that everanger was great, at least as powerful as himself.

  “The vilgers were hunting, and they will retrieve the horse meat,” Sir Harold said.

  “Hunting we were.” Sir Royce chuckled. “What a bounty we found.”

  Sir Dominic’s eyes stared deep into Sir Harold’s eyes. He uood what was happening, and what was soon to occur. He gripped his bde tighter.

  “Hey, you all stay out of this,” the stranger said, pointing his bde at the vilgers. “I won’t be able to protect you if you get too close, and if you shoot me, not even your precious King’s Sword will stop me from beating you.”

  “Azazel, please.” Sir Harold sighed. He wondered if he really should have brought this man to the vilge, but the dreams kept whispering to him.

  “A merary?” Sir Dominic asked. “Have you sullied yourself so much?”

  “Meraries are better than Knights,” Azazel said. “Less troublesome.”

  The King’s Bdes and their panions had formed a circle to face off against the trio, all the while the vilgers had walked around to form a circle around them, just in case the three did not mao kill the Knights.

  “Are you sure you wish to do this?” Sir Dominic asked.

  Harold bowed his head.

  “The King will seek justice.”

  “It must be done,” Harold replied, drawing his bde.

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