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There was a good bit of pain as he hung there on the Mast. The sailors saw it fit to throw food at him for roughly a quarter of an hour before going back to their usual duties. If their stopping was because they had quickly become bored of throwing rotting food at him or they had ran out of rotting foodstuff to throw at him. Whatever the case was those moments he had never experienced in his time in Bretonnia.
Yet, as he remembered, he did see others experience it. Hoodlums and mischievous cousins who had run afoul of another family member. They would be given punishments like running the grainery in rags or being tossed into the cope of birds. Things that were sundering of one’s honor and thus shamed them.
The sun had sunken over the horizon. The sailors paid him no heed while Lucian sat there thinking. Lucian indeed felt hatred for these fellows, each of these damned Imperials striking at him with glee as they mocked a son of Bretonnia. Yet his anger was nothing in respect to the Gods and what they had done.
They’ve taken away his blessings.
For a few moments Lucian felt anger towards them. His patrons abandoned him in this dire moment for no reason he could recall. Yet hanging there with little to think about and no one to talk to the Knight slowly realized that they had not fully abandoned him. If they had, then the armor he wore would not only have become heavy but had killed him in an instant. No one damned by the Gods would so easily carry their instruments.
So what was happening?
The smell of the man came before Lucian could see him. The corpse stench of a grave was thick on his skin as the porky fool stepped out from the darkness before Lucian. That wide smile of his not leaving his face even for a moment since Lucian had been captured.
“Sir Knight hanging on a stick.” He said as he held a rotting food in his hand. He danced it around his hands for a moment as he continued to speak, “Taken down by the revolution, it seems! Here I thought I would only ever see that in the Border Princes.”
Lucian glowered at him.
“Not one for talking I see. Well you don’t need to say anything because I know I won. I am standing here on the ground, you are up on a stick.” He laughed as he took the fruit he was holding and threw it at Lucian.
The impact was a harsh one, slamming directly into his cheek. The sting came as Lucian realized the fool had placed several shards of wood into it, causing his entire right cheek to light with a mortal pain that Lucian had never felt before.
He gave a yelp of pain as it stung deeply into his flesh and soul.
