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Legate of Amon Lanc · 11-03-2010, 04:17 AM

It became clear to Hilderinc that Coen was thinking along the same lines as him. "Yes, sir," he replied to the question immediately, but at the same time he already started to think what all this meant. Thornden had seen the leaving person, and he did not mention that it was Lithor or Erbrand when Hilderinc spoke about the subject. And even though he did not mention it directly, Coen's words implied immediate suspicion of treason.

So was it this way that the newly formed "soldiers of Scarburg" were supposed to work? Thornden seemed to be a sensible person, but if he had helped the fugitives – whichever of them – then his authority has just dropped in Hilderinc's eyes. Was he also one of those trying to ride against the wind? Whatever sentiment brought him to hide this fact from his superiors, it was the most foolish thing to do. Or did his treachery reach further?

Just at this time, this won't bode well at all, Hilderinc thought. He knew enough about the importance of leaders, and the need to keep the men together under trustworthy authority. Lord Athanar obviously wanted to help bringing the old and new Scarburgian soldiers together by putting Thornden in command. But what would become of the unity in such a case?

Hilderinc knew that it was not upon him to judge this. He drove all emotion away from his voice as he recounted to Coenred what he knew.

"I think I saw the rider saluting to commander Thornden, and then riding away. When I asked him about it later – I assumed that it was a scout – he only said that he did not send the man, and..." Hilderinc tried to remember, but his sharp memory served him well this time, "- and that if somebody had sent the man away, it must have been somebody else."

Folwren · 11-03-2010, 06:47 PM

Thornden hefted his saddle up on one arm and reached for the bridle. His heart was a little lighter this morning than it had been yesterday evening. What was to be done about Erbrand and Lithor was done and no one there would or could do anything more about it. All that lay before them seemed clear and straightforward. Nothing more could go wrong. The lords of the surrounding lands would listen to Athanar and pay, the men would work together, and all would be well.

So he hoped, anyway, but as he carried his saddle to his horse, passing other soldiers on the way, he went by Coenred and Hilderinc. He could not but help hear Hilderinc’s words as he passed, “…saluting to commander Thornden, and then riding away. When I asked him about it later – I assumed that it was a scout – he only said that he did not send…”

Thornden did not stop to hear what else he said. He did not even turn his head as though he had heard. He continued to his horse and set the saddle on the aisle wall. He stroked the horse’s shoulder firmly and then ran his hand down his back. Worried questions ran swiftly through his mind about what Hilderinc was saying. Finally he shook himself out of his reverie. “That’s not good, whatever it is,” he said to his horse, and then began saddling.

11-03-2010, 04:17 AM	#1
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	It became clear to Hilderinc that Coen was thinking along the same lines as him. "Yes, sir," he replied to the question immediately, but at the same time he already started to think what all this meant. Thornden had seen the leaving person, and he did not mention that it was Lithor or Erbrand when Hilderinc spoke about the subject. And even though he did not mention it directly, Coen's words implied immediate suspicion of treason. So was it this way that the newly formed "soldiers of Scarburg" were supposed to work? Thornden seemed to be a sensible person, but if he had helped the fugitives – whichever of them – then his authority has just dropped in Hilderinc's eyes. Was he also one of those trying to ride against the wind? Whatever sentiment brought him to hide this fact from his superiors, it was the most foolish thing to do. Or did his treachery reach further? Just at this time, this won't bode well at all, Hilderinc thought. He knew enough about the importance of leaders, and the need to keep the men together under trustworthy authority. Lord Athanar obviously wanted to help bringing the old and new Scarburgian soldiers together by putting Thornden in command. But what would become of the unity in such a case? Hilderinc knew that it was not upon him to judge this. He drove all emotion away from his voice as he recounted to Coenred what he knew. "I think I saw the rider saluting to commander Thornden, and then riding away. When I asked him about it later – I assumed that it was a scout – he only said that he did not send the man, and..." Hilderinc tried to remember, but his sharp memory served him well this time, "- and that if somebody had sent the man away, it must have been somebody else."

11-03-2010, 06:47 PM	#2
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Thornden hefted his saddle up on one arm and reached for the bridle. His heart was a little lighter this morning than it had been yesterday evening. What was to be done about Erbrand and Lithor was done and no one there would or could do anything more about it. All that lay before them seemed clear and straightforward. Nothing more could go wrong. The lords of the surrounding lands would listen to Athanar and pay, the men would work together, and all would be well. So he hoped, anyway, but as he carried his saddle to his horse, passing other soldiers on the way, he went by Coenred and Hilderinc. He could not but help hear Hilderinc’s words as he passed, “…saluting to commander Thornden, and then riding away. When I asked him about it later – I assumed that it was a scout – he only said that he did not send…” Thornden did not stop to hear what else he said. He did not even turn his head as though he had heard. He continued to his horse and set the saddle on the aisle wall. He stroked the horse’s shoulder firmly and then ran his hand down his back. Worried questions ran swiftly through his mind about what Hilderinc was saying. Finally he shook himself out of his reverie. “That’s not good, whatever it is,” he said to his horse, and then began saddling.