A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor

From a Captain that hardly smiled, It was a look to make the officer shiver. He would have asked a follow-up question, but Beam had already strolled over, after hoping up the deep trench with a single leap.

His clothes were stained with blood and filth. They looked ready to be burned rather than washed. The officer could not imagine any bath managing to get the boy clean again. It was hard to tell just what colour his skin was underneath all that filth.

With a motion of his head, Lombard dismissed the officer. The man saluted again and scarpered away.

"No Tolsey?" Beam asked, glancing around. He hadn\'t seen the Vice-Captain since midday, when they\'d seen the Half-Titan together.

"No. I\'ve set Tolsey about other tasks. How do you fare? Exhausted?"

Beam flexed his fingers. "I feel fine."

"From that look in your eye, you\'re planning to go into the village, yes?" Lombard asked. "That girl has already been hard at work, gathering information on those missing children. She\'s roused half the village to her cause. They\'ve been moving like an army."

"And? Did they find anything?" Beam asked, his eyes urgent.

Lombard slowly shook his head. "No… But I think they\'ve narrowed down the possibilities. Also, there\'s a bit of business I want you to attend to, while you\'re in the village. As a soldier of mine, mm?"

Beam frowned at that. "I thought I was done with my shift for the day."

"Oh, you are. I just thought you might have enough time spare to deal with a little problem. There\'s been chaos in the village since the morning, and of course, I summoned the village leaders to attend to the problem. Those you called the major families arrived without issue, but their influence seems to only be in title.

There was a missing face that I was particularly displeased not to see – that of the village Elder," Lombard said.

As Beam listened, there had been an irritated look on his face all the while, but as the Captain mentioned the village Elder, he looked up sharply, finally understanding what the Captain was getting at.

Lombard nodded, appreciating the boy\'s understanding. "For a leader such as himself not to respond to the summons of a noble – that is a grave offence. I can only imagine that something has happened to him, that, or he has rebelled against me. Either way, my hand is forced. I would ask that you drag him before me for an explanation."

Though they had not said it explicitly to each other, both harboured suspicions about the Elder, especially given what had happened at the Ingolsol festival the previous night. There was a palpable darkness to the man. Not something that would inform someone as to what it was, but just enough that it made a perceptive man wary.

Of course, wariness was no evidence to move on. Even a noble like Lombard would face issues if he dragged the village Elder away without even probable cause to go on. But now, the Elder had committed the mistake on his own. Whether intentionally, or through a sheer blunder, they now held the legal upper hand on him.

"We\'re in agreement then?" Lombard asked.

"We are," Beam said.

"We are, Captain," Lombard corrected.

"We\'re in agreement, Captain," Beam said, without even his usual hint of mirth at being corrected. He turned to leave there and then, his flagging energy all but restored. Finally, they had a chance to verify those suspicions they had of the Elder. But before he went, he remembered something. "What about the battlefront? Can your men defend it by themselves?"

"Ah," Lombard nodded. "Good of you to worry about that. I had imagined that you\'d leave straight away, to see to this cause of yours. But you needn\'t worry about my men. They are far hardier than they look. Besides, I think it\'s about time I joined the fray."

He drew his sword to accent his words. Beam was struck by a notion of rightness, as Lombard stood there, sword in hand. His blade was as simple as Beam\'s. It had none of the gaudy decorations that one would expect from a noble. It thoroughly matched the personality of its master.

The Captain exuded strength, when the sword was in his hand like that. He unbuckled some of his aura as his sword sat there. A feeling of strength washed over Beam. A quiet and charismatic strength – a strength that emboldened allies. Beam was struck by an urge to see the Captain in combat.

"The night is yours, boy," Lombard said. "Bring me something decisive. I will hold back the enemy in your place."

Beam nodded seriously, and clenched his fist. "Consider it done."

"There\'s a squadron of men waiting for you on the outskirts of camp, towards the village. They\'ve been told to take your orders," Lombard told him. As he said those words, he wondered if the boy would understand the significance of such a thing – for members of the Serving Class to be taking orders from peasants. But Beam showed no hint of surprise. He merely nodded.

"If you understand, then be off with you," Lombard said with a flick of his wrist. "I\'ve battling to do, and stresses to get rid of."

Beam set off towards the edge of camp at a jog. He\'d targeted the village square in his mind. He wanted to meet up with Nila as soon as possible, and gather any information that she had first-hand. There was also another reason: he would have felt bad leaving her out of something so big.

The further he went away from the centre of the camp, the more things darkened. Not all the torches had been lit yet, and the majority of the men had been busy for the day, ensuring that the defences to the north were complete and adequate.