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Date Posted: 20:25:36 09/13/02 Fri
Cirad gazed up at the new declaration moodily. He was tired, been training all day and was desperate to go to bed. Apparantly, this was now impossible.
The paper curled at the edges, the royal seal was stamped firmly below the King’s signature. Cirad stared at the signature which held so much authority. The king could
do as he liked. Could order people to do whatever he pleased. It was no problem for him to deprieve a man of sleep.
He was not the only person unhappy with the news. A small group of warriors had gathered around the notice, frustration obvious on their faces.
“Guard duty?” one young man read from the document, he looked almost livid. “He wants to put us trained warriors on the same boring task as the palace guards. A baby could do that and leave us to do our duties.”
“Due to unforseen circumstances and increasing danger..” another continued to read
“What danger. Have we been left out on fresh tidings? Who would dare to attack this city? Why on earth do we need more people boring themselves to death on the freezing cold walls?”
Cirad knew better. These warriors were young, they hadn’t fought in the last battle they didn’t know the danger that could envelop a land in darkness. Surely it wasn’t happening again. People would know if it was. Even secret information for the kings ears only, gradually worked its way down the grapevine. Serving girls had vast memories when it came to gossip.
Still orders were orders and had to be obeyed, however unwillingly. He turned to the second piece of paper, the new rota. He was down for second watch. It could have been much worse, at least he’d still get some sleep before morning approached.
He leaned closer to read the name of the person he was posted with. At least let it be someone he could have a laugh with. His spirits fell. He was with Madjael. Of all people, it would be him. That lazy, drunken lout who spent more time with the barmaids at the tavern than training. He
probably hadn’t even seen this new notice.
Cirad turned back to the warriors gathered around the notice.
“Anyone seen Madjael?” Most shrugged in reply,
“The Tavern” one replied bitterly. He obviously fancied an evening off too.
What a surprise. Fine, if he had to suffer the extra hours, he would make sure that Madjael did too. Cirad turned and angrily strode off towards the tavern.
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