>>5220650“I know his people, Sir Friedrich. They do have some concept of honor. I do not trust him, but he can be relied on to do as I say.”
The man snorts. “As you say, Captain-General. I will note in my report.”
You scratch your chin. “Can your men move that rock?”
“With the help of the caravanners who can move more than a pen?” He thinks for a moment. “Yes, we can do it. Will take a few hours, open us up to further ambush.”
You shake your head. “His men will be too busy killing each other to return, it's what the Ard Negh do.”
“Then I will get to it. By your leave, Captain-General.” You nod and he trots off to the knights. You cannot help but think that the man will be a thorn in your side once he eventually returns to the capitol.
You then approach Bardus. “Get the caravan ready and gather anyone able enough to help the knights with the rock. We cannot stay here.
He all but sketches a salute. “Of course, Captain-General!” He hurries off to his duties.
You take a moment to examine your ruined vambrace. It will require a replacement, but your destination is Hold Campbell to drop off the child before heading to Barathon, the very place where your armor was forged. You can get a replacement there. Your arm hurts like hell, but it's not the crippling pain you remember from the fight in the throne room. You'll live, and you are sure Alys will insist at seeing to it anyway. Leaning against one of the carts, you deeply sigh. Not even going home, it seems, will be without complication.
