A chapter written under the inspiration there 's one week. Written during a tram ride on a sheet of paper as I do more often. Is to rewrite the horror but at least I say. It
y 'still work to do notament consistency on the number of soldiers but the first draft is here.
I like to think that the relationship Saymar Anna and maintain in this chapter is sincere and I hope it goes on reading.
Music Inspiration: Cultus Ferox - Aufbruch (tanzmix)
Chapter XXIII. Saymar - Retirement
" Strip squint " he had dealt with the scouts when he found they were wrong and not a little. Still, it would have been better they are.
It was not twenty-five thousand men who were advancing, but only five thousand. Lieutenant Frihan found nothing better than to sound the charge. The "soldiers of the Princess", with their numerical superiority, had therefore left the fences and ran at the enemy. Saymar issued an order but cons- it was already too late. Only a small group stayed with him a few hundred at most. His men had not taken the training more than twenty yards, breaking the formations for which they had trained so hard in recent months. The veterans were still in place but where was Saymar it felt like a big chaos with half of the men running down the hill, the other walking in small groups. Fairly predictable, they made mincemeat. The
liudmarkiens were formidable fighters. They did not flinch when he saw the horde sweeping over their human. The first line was aligned large round shields, the sticky one to another. They stood firmly with both hands, moving askew, his shoulder propped on the top of the frame. Folded behind their protective walls, it was almost like seeing the horizon approach. But it was not until that first line that was the problem but the following, armed with spears of nearly twelve feet long. Before reaching the shield wall, an attacker would first pass through a true field tip. Pikemen held their two-handed weapon, swinging it in a movement back before the rhythm of the drums. From the perspective of Saymar, this balance was fascinating fatal.
Up close, it must be even more impressive, the first "soldiers of the Princess' net stoppèrent their advanced stupid, not others. A scuffle ensued, causing the unfortunate in the death trap of the enemy. Returned in spades men like butter and emerged red with blood. Half of the men sought to turn the other to fight, it was a true massacre. The veteran troops finally arrived to the touch, pushed, bullied, they fared better but not well enough to reverse the course of the battle. They reached the enemy defenses with their small shields and curved swords that would prevent short stalks. But the enemy had more than one trick up its sleeve, or rather more of a weapon in his wallet. Out from under the shields of curved blades which attacked the legs of the attackers. The corpses were piled and Saymar ordered the order to retreat long before the riders do not make light of their appearance Liudmark sealing the fate of the battle. He doubted that the enemy had as many victims. He turned to his men and women who watched hopeful and said simply:
- It broke!
was A few days ago already. The light cavalry harassed them, preventing any escape southward.
The fugitives were slaughtered without isolated Saymar thank you and began to suspect they were trying to push them. It would be a much sweeter victory for Frederik de Liudmark that happen to be caught and hanged several hundred "brigands," what up its popularity among the people. Yet
Saymar smiled that stupid Laurent was among the first to fall and Anna did not appear more depressed than that. It and women soldiers, "the frank" as they liked to be called now, had remained near him. That was probably what had saved them all. Most are too frail to carry a sword were equipped with bow. The enemy was not crazy enough to go forward under a hail of arrow while being patient enough to catch its prey.
Anna was now second of Freiberg, his education, his anger and his authoritative tone had played in his favor especially Saymar knew that all had taken a liking to " as his own daughter " they said. " fuckers! "They all seemed to see him as someone who did not exist and it's annoying. " perhaps have s'te why I like slut. At least, she hates me. "muttered he explains.
As often in women through, there were some rivalry within their group, but the pleasure that they had to humiliate the men appeared to be sufficient for now to keep them sealed. Saymar did not care, whether or not the nipples until they could fight.
He wondered whether General Mark it was out. He had not seen result in confusion and wondered why he had left his officer to order a load as stupid as they were supposed to be trained soldiers. A man like him would have felt the winds well before the end of the battle. Still, Saymar was in no hurry to see him, or almost free at last, more large army to command, to give more example. That everyone is doing him, he would save his skin. Better to be loose and that con living and dead.
They came in sight of Lake Jerfaux, they absolutely had to get around it by the north to avoid being stuck between their followers and the town of Valars which would be full of troops.
He decided to continue their flight during the night. They set up a fake camp for the night, and left some volunteers under the command of Laurra Haytor history and to give it a semblance of life. They went in silence along the muddy banks of the lake. Seeing his beautiful muddy boots, he thought that it was at this point in his life that everything was screwed up, the day he had soiled his new boots. Pilton dragging the leg, he was a mere shadow of himself, overwhelmed, he avoided Saymar up. Anna is walking beside him in the long silent column that led the Saints only knew where. He still hoped to reach the border of the Free Cities although he did not know if a column of men and women under arms could penetrate.
Anna was beautiful and wild, his skin was speckled with droplets. Yet he had almost succeeded in forgetting lately, too busy with preparations for war, but he had always doubted she would not let him get away so easily. He wondered how far she had gone with his little soldier. Was she a virgin? Had she never been when he met her? It was the truth in all this? Undecided
and more used to spend one night only to cases of heart Saymar dared say anything. She looked in the corner and it took a good hour's walk before she decides to speak. He had to concentrate to understand it, despite the calm of the night, his voice was a whisper. He hated it.
- Do you think we will muddle through?
- It's only now that worry you worried?
- I do not know. I've never really asked. She paused.
- But I wanted you all to death for a long time ... but now you're my only family.
He was surprised by this franchise, was it a new game or really trying to reconcile with him?
- This life is not so bad if you like walking and you're not afraid elements. Is she added, wiping her face drops.
- No. It's not that bad. Nothing is really overwhelming ...
He let the sentence hang in, what could he say, that life was better than he had experienced before making a shitty job and he had never known him opulence.
- ... except the pain of heart. I understand that now. End it.
- You loved him?
She took her time to respond.
- No, not really but it was nice to me and I need some tenderness.
Saymar did not feel very comfortable talking to another man and a hint of jealousy twisted his stomach.
- He was young. he says, shrugging his shoulders.
- Yes.
She knew he was not talking about his age but his inexperience. He almost out banal as "He died a hero! "But it seemed so stupid he giggled.
She smiled, mistaking her reaction or maybe not.
- Everyone has the right to be blue flower from time to time. It will find its place among the Saints.
He had nothing wrong with that, he was not even sure if she spoke of the young soldier or herself.
- And we? Is she added shyly. A
that either it not know what to say. She wondered if they would have a special place after death or was she talking about a possible "we" of the ambiguous relationship they maintained.
beating heart, he shrugged his shoulders. Why did he imagine that his mind full of things unsaid whenever she spoke to him?
He breathed deeply, intoxicated by the smell at night. The moon was shimmering small ripples that roamed the banks of the lake.
- The Wind That Shakes . he said.
But in his mind he heard her mutter " And we? "His stomach tensed
whether the near and yet so inaccessible. They continued walking in silence. She followed his pace despite the size difference and they gradually distanced the others.
- I'm cold. She said simply, taking her hand.
A shudder traveled the body, as if his blood had become sensitive. He said nothing, but he went too surprised one of her fur coats on their shoulders. She said
hand shaking a little. She wept in silence and he knew that all she had wanted to believe it was with Lawrence in a youth who had been denied so far. But it still did not know what she expected him, revenge was still the order of the day?
He said nothing because nothing could be said that does not spoil the moment.
His mind wandered, far ahead of them across large distances in the Free Cities. We would accept them? What would he do? Maybe he could go in the islands was with Anna. He had heard wonderful stories on a sun and endless fish gods. When they finally stopped
early morning, she slept snuggled against him and he continued to ask questions about their future while stroking her hair. It was nice having cut short they were always so sweet.
One week later, exhausted and hungry that he had the answer to his questions. His second had managed to join them, everything seemed to go well and they were near the border. If
close, the tributary of the Synd finally in sight, a scout, breathless, came to announce the verdict. "The Burgan, not thousands! Tens of thousands of Burgan! "
Saymar decidedly did not like the scouts and it suddenly seemed to him hideous. He wanted to snatch the tongue from his mouth vinous, to cut off his ears to the dagger and to enter his bewildered with his fists. He shook his dagger guard but Anna put her hand on her arm stopping her gesture.
- They are there. Her voice was a whisper. The army arrived
burganne Saymar and had never seen anything like it. Huge monsters, horned and shining as the sun went, threatening. In the wind dragged the blood-red banners. Riders went off starting a circling maneuver.
wobbly legs, he leaned over to vomit a clear bile.
- Manufactured le die hungry. he says, getting up and wiping his mouth.
Anna was pale. It looked like a wax statue and Saymar thought he would have done better to leave to kiss the peg out, were it only once before the end. " Green balls! .
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