!! SPOILERS - Do not read this chapter if you have not read the above. !! A chapter easy to write but emotionally difficult to complete. This is the final chapter of Thibaut, the first character that I finish. A twinge of sadness and humor to the bottom of socks. And to think that all this was written because of a foggy morning.
Music Inspiration: Hans Zimmer - Injection.
Chapter XXVII. Thibaut - Man Roland
He wondered if the horned god had come to welcome him on earth. The fog was so thick that could not see twenty yards. Yet, he galloped straight ahead, on the lines burgannes. He heard them, their drums sounding constantly accompanied by what he knew horns. Thibaut was confident the Burgan were too proud to mount an ambush and there was no fog or crush them.
He heard the pounding of hooves all around and behind him. A racket of hell, and yet he saw only the riders who stood beside him, the others were as ghostly shapes that appeared sometimes before disappearing back into the curtain of fog. Leaning on the neck of his horse, his highly bacinet Shaken, he thought back to the bitter past few weeks.
Everything, everything had failed due to a single person: Orlamünde Forcefer. A grain of sand that had swept all royal. This beautiful dog was instilled fear in the heart of the best disciplined army of the civilized world. Half the men had witnessed the killing of the prince and half the nobility. What to do against an enemy they can neither see or touch? Theo did not answer and he believed that the campaign was a failure.
It should not be alone in the case because most noble survivors had withdrawn their troops, they returned to the country or to Valars. Those who remained had been arguing for control of the army which would not help in any way the moral of it. Discipline was relaxed and there was not much. He tried to put that time used to understand the motivations of Roland. The latter observed a silence and smiled slightly disturbing contrast to his usual.
- You know her? Thibaut asked one evening when they drank wine under the stars.
- Not personally ... "he replied absently.
- Sometimes I the impression that you hate her, she gave you something?
- Ah because she gave you that you do nothing? She comes to destroy every chance of winning this war .
- I'm not talking about that
Roland's eyes blazed
- What do you care, kid.
- I worry.
- Worried? What difference does it make? I do not want your pity. My entire family was massacred by Forcefer. One day they will pay.
- Ah ... I'm sorry.
- Sorry, that's all you can do, I would not have been there you'd still be sorry to Montveilh in a dungeon. I spent years working out, plan to spy on the court, to get closer to them to uncover their faces marked by infamy. Years he contemplated ...
the sparkling of the drink in his cup.
- Who are you? Really? You're not the son of the Bishop of Rochefaud is not it?
- Not really, even if the old man bent with good comedy.
- So?
- What?
- Who are you?
- Mèle you this that you look.
- You, you know everything about me.
- For what it is to say there 's a nobliaux.
- Fuck you.
Roland smiled for a moment thought he had found his Thibaut friend.
- Roland Lapert to serve you, then it is rather you who should do .
It was comedy, getting up and making a bow, elbow raised as if holding a long silky wrapper.
- Stop the bullshit! Go tell it to me.
They laughed and drank a little, mocking the new character of Roland. He had not expected to never see him again. The next day, Roland had disappeared, he had won its package without leaving any trace. Nobody knew where he had disappeared. Only two hours later realized that Thibaut Luclin also missed the call. He realized how he had seen as a giant piece of furniture that accompanied him everywhere. A poignant sense of loneliness swept over him. Those he thought were his friends had disappeared, they left without him. Returning to his tent, he collapsed on his bed and discovered a note under the pillow. " kid, go home. Roland friendships. "
He envisioned a moment, to find what remained of his family, cry a little in the arms of his mother and tighten Sorj and Eliana in her arms. Then he went to the air and there he saw his men, then men of Frida. It is for her and they continued fighting. Some of them had wives and children they wanted to return and yet they were still there, for the honor. Something that nobody could take them away. He could not decently back to Frida cover of dishonor, it would not accept it. He had to rest and watch what he was capable.
It was a few days since we announced a column burganne coming straight for them. That morning, when he arrived at headquarters, there were only two nobles who looked into lapdog, all others had fled, and probably these two women were only waiting to see which of them would remain the longest. He decided to take matters in hand.
" must meet them, there's nothing left for us here. "
is an army six times smaller than its arrival which left the outskirts of Pylos, leaving behind a vast majority of his stuff. The plain was strewn with garbage, tents collapsed and siege weapons abandoned. Thibaut sent messengers to request reinforcements or Telon Valars whether to go that far, hoping that the troops Would there to hear his appeal. The first reports of scouts reported a massive enemy army, stretched for miles. Jumper harassing their right flank tirelessly but the losses were enormous. Nearly half of the scouts did not fit the mission, making each mission more difficult to find volunteers. They had barely put the camp's first day as the news arrived.
King Kylios I had crossed the Synd and heels. It changed the deal, he could not decently in combat with the enemy in the back. Yet he was reluctant to flee. He wanted at all costs avoid the clash with the Southerners, if they acknowledged this could be catastrophic for his daughter, worse if caught would be hanged as a traitor. You had to go forward, pushing through the lines burgannes, join the main army with a victory and allow the southerners to cope with remnants of barbarians. He looked at the candle wavered over maps, he would write a farewell letter? No, they would succeed, he must have liver in their business.
flag flapping in the wind. He Burgan asked if had been warned of their arrival or not.
The air was cold and wet, exhilarating. Thibaut wondered why Roland was gone. Was it really the last descendant of Lapert? In this case, Thibaut had he been an instrument of revenge for him? It was much truth in everything he had lived? He shook hands on the hilt of his sword, he must be clean mind. Kill some Indians would do him good. The flanks of his horse were covered with scum, they should not be far now. The scouts had said two kilometers. Suddenly got up and spat forms of projectiles. Men fell on both sides. Some form had been crushed under the hooves of horses.
He realized that the horse next to him had no rider and began to slow.
" Do not slow down, do not falter!"
He hounded his best horse and suddenly he pricks. Yes, they were waiting, suddenly there was the shock. He split the enemy ranks, pushing the body, breaking down under the hoofs of his horse, he nearly empty brackets when it reared up, crushing the face of a man with a blow of iron.
The chaos of battle grew louder as the din of drums. Other men joined in the fray, pushing the Warriors Burgan. "Rather dead than Frida! "cried you it but he did not hear the answers. Were they ever so little? He spun around on his horse himself, pushing his sword and his shield the arms were outstretched. His horse was given a hatchet in the side and swerved to a stop gently. "Not now, go on, go I beg you" begged Theo. But the horse felt life leaving him, he snorted a bit and stumbled. He folded his legs and began to lie. The enemy had drawn back to leave room for the beast which leaves time for Theo to remove. He cast a glance around. Alone. Completely alone in the midst of this mass of humanity hostile. And then he began to hear above the din. " Chou Ho Ha! . The infantry arrived, finally! The Burgan ployèrent under their charge and began to recede. Thibaut scrap again, the fog prevented to know where to go. One shoved the Burgan and went his way without even trying to fight it. Another stumbled in front of him and had a look of astonishment when he planted Thibaut his sword into his belly. He suddenly realized that their soldiers fought alongside him and then others joined them. They walked together, regroup. Everything was still possible.
Women half naked out of the mist in hooting. They impaled the man left Thibaut launching short spears. Some men drew back, surprised by these demons. But they were not wearing armor, they came against the spears impale liudmarkiennes. Falling one after the other, trying to avoid the blades to be mowed down by another. Most now writhed on the floor wearing deep cuts torso or legs. The soldiers hesitated a moment before the finish, only for a moment and they planted their spears in the body. Pinning these moths that died in a sharp gasp. Then rained arrows and darts, causing considerable damage in the ranks. A cry was quickly taken up: "Poison! . The men approached, sticky shields to each other, each trying to protect his neighbor while the men hit the ground convulsed, her eyes rolled back.
Wall shield helped cut losses. The bullets came crashing into it in " Pocs " barely audible compared the incessant beating of drums. The Burgan
fleeing the fighting ranged like the plague. A reason, nobody could beat Liudmark on this ground there. But they were not helpless, they used the terrain and fog to their advantage, coming suddenly out of nowhere to kill one or two soldiers before fleeing. Not once, they had stopped this infernal music, guiding Thibaut and his men to their camp. A roar sounded
before them, the spears were placed in ear, ready to accommodate any load.
"Go Thibaut, a little ! "He repeated. Burgan
Annihilate the center, their settlement, forcing them to scatter and then join the troops on the other side. The Saints could well make it possible. He hoped that other groups were diversion on the side as expected.
Then he pricks, another wave of Burgan, accompanied by men and women who were not. They were armed with short swords and pitchforks. What were they doing in the middle of the wild? Thibaut beckoned his men to slow down. He could not believe his eyes but he looked the armor was recognizable. A spotless knight of Saint-Royan, what was he doing here?
At this point, Thibaut realized he had made the wrong choice. The Saints themselves, repudiated its action. He had no time to say anything or even to hope that a dialogue was initiated and the melee of men died. Short swords were devilishly effective to cut the poles and spears, forks, they served to flatten the ground. The Burgan them threw their heavy axes, most planting himself in the wood shields in some splitting. Thibaut
received a blow on the head, his helmet enclosing the bulk of the shock but he remained an instant rang. He began to mumble, "Sorry, sorry." His weapon trailed at the end of his arm and he walked toward the white armor which was all his childhood dreams. A spade is stuck in his groin, folding it in half in shock. A kick him from behind but the fatal shot did not come. He felt the blood flow through a sudden and wet his shoes.
He lay there, the men stepped over and fell around him. His men. He began to hear other cries. " Retreat! Stand back, all is lost! "but he did not realize what that meant.
The sky cleared, the Saints were really in the game. He had no strength to raise their hands to protect the eyes of the first rays of sun. A Southern man obviously found him delirious and talking to himself half an hour later. Thibaut was livid, his eyes rolled back almost battled to stay open, the blood formed a pool around him and he believed that his bladder was also released. Anyway, he no longer felt his legs.
Man, big, nose too long and the hair falling over her eyes and leaned observed a moment. He smiled warmly
and this made a lot of good to Thibaut.
- A message for a friend?
Thibaut battle, shaking his head, trying to articulate something and show her ring at the same time. There were so many things to say, he did not die.
man had a mocking grin.
- Too bad, should have thought before.
He planted his dagger in his neck, her beautiful blue eyes were cold and emotionless.
It's crazy what you put as time to die, can we have such regrets at this point, this one feels alone. Thibaut gasped, blood filled his mouth and choked him gently. It was worried about it already, pain abandoned, leaving him alone with his last thoughts.
" I come home, mother, Frida said that I love. Told him that I tried that ... tell her I loved her again. You think I shall see papa? You think he shook proud of me? Is Liliana always wants me to have broken her doll? I miss her so much. Sorj too? Mom said you love me huh? Mom? "
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