41 Battle of Knightsend 2 (1/2)

Nearly nine thousand men were charging towards Knightsend, half of them on horseback.

It was a spectacular sight. The soldiers were like bees, swarming and flocking towards their poor target. The combined sound of hooves and boots shook the earth. The glistening tips of their spears and swords were like a bed of needles. It was a grandiose moment, a scene worthy of songs from the bards.

Centurion Stan put his weight on the stirrup. This habit of his was dangerous. He could fall or if the horse's momentum was suddenly interrupted, he could break his legs. Despite this, Stan had no intention of stopping or even curbing this dangerous habit of his. He likes to put pressure on his legs because it makes him calm down.

Stan was anxious, so anxious that his sweat was as cold as morning dew. The next few hours will decide their fate.

When the Prefect of the Knights suddenly ordered a charge towards the castle, Stan was actually hesitant. The Prefect said that the Castonian envoy revealed that the front gate of Knightsend was broken and General Sigurd ordered the most of the army to seize the opportunity and assault the castle.

But even if the front gate was broken, Stan still felt anxious. He felt that the General's order to commit most of the soldiers was too impulsive.

Something felt wrong. He experienced firsthand the deadliness of Prince Timothy's soldiers. He still feels a little afraid whenever he thinks of the battle in the forest. Prince Timothy's subordinate was cunning, and the prince should be more so.

It just felt strange that they could just enter the castle through the front gate. It was too simple. It was too easy. He expected that they would spend thousands of Tulosan lives just to break through the gates. But now most of the soldiers were entering the front gate unopposed. He was really anxious about this.

Stan closed his eyes and mumbled a silent prayer to the Omniscient. Unlike most of the Tulosans who prayed to the Great Rider, the Knights worship the Omniscient.

'Omniscient guide my ways for I am your son. May your light shine brightly even in the darkest times. May your will be done for it is good. Omniscient guide my way for I am afraid. Protect me with your light. Save me from the darkness of the night. Omniscient guide my way for you are great. Your wisdom illuminates ignorance and your power is divine. Omniscient, protect me and my brothers. I am Stan, your servant, your follower and your son.'

He opened his eyes. By now, most of the soldiers had entered through the front gate. The Knights were at the back because it took them a long time to don their armor and prepare their steed.

The front gate of Knightsend was large, able to fit three wagons side by side so congestion was not so bad. It didn't take long for the Knights to finally reach the gate.

Stan's century entered the castle.

***********************************************************************

Luther was not happy. After witnessing the betrayal of the Castonian envoy, he thought that his uncle would let his cohort join the battle. Even if the front gate of Knightsend was open, they still need all the men they could get.

But his uncle forbade his cohort from joining the battle. Although Luther promised his uncle to stay idle and to not join the battle, he hoped that the General would forget about his promise or at least change his mind. But no, his uncle personally reminded him of his promise.

The whistlers were guarding the camp along with the General's personal guards. Cavalry as camp guards? What a waste! His cohort was supposed to be fighting at the front, gaining back their lost honor. This was supposed to be his chance to get his revenge. He spent all his fortune just to buy the loyalty of the Whistlers. He needed to join the battle soon to at least get his money's worth. He won't gain prestige by guarding the camp.

”Can't you really talk to your uncle about this?” Centurion Lyn slapped the saddle of his horse and asked angrily. Although the General prohibited them from joining the battle, they were currently on horseback in case of emergency.

”I did. But he was adamant in keeping the Whistlers away from the battle” Luther answered

He understood the Centurion's resentment. Not being able to join the battle meant that they will receive little to no loot. Now Centurion Lyn is angry even at the General. Greed really makes a man brave, Luther thought.

”Dammit” Centurion Lyn cursed. ”Why do I feel that this is your fault?”

”My fault? Don't blame everything to me” Luther answered awkwardly. This was really his fault.

But he was as unhappy as the Whistlers with this arrangement. He spent about 25,000 gold coins just to guard the camp.

”You know what?” Luther looked sternly at Centurion Lyn ”I don't care anymore. Let's go!”

”What?” Centurion Lyn asked. He gave Luther a questioning look.

”Do you want to join the battle or not? If you don't, then remain here and enjoy the view or something. But I'm going inside the castle with the rest of the cohort”

”But” the Centurion stuttered

”But I'm going against the General's orders? I don't care! I just spent a huge amount of money on bribing you. Maybe he will forget, I don't know. But I'm getting my money's worth.”

Centurion Lyn smiled. It was a greedy smile like that of a merchant. ”Let's go.” He then turned to the Whistlers to announce the order ”The Prefect…”

But Luther interrupted him. ”No! Let me do it.” Luther coughed a few times to clear his throat. He turned to the soldiers

”Whistlers! Charge!”

*****************************************************************