Chapter 5: Into Falconis City
The Marquis was sitting down at a long wooden table. It was stark and bare save for a long blue cloth that went down the center and two silver candlesticks positioned neatly on top. In front of him was a fine glass bowl of chopped fruit and some gruel, flavored with expensive cinnamon and sugar from the Falcon Islands – a rarity and certainly an expensive one.
It had been three days since he and the prince had left Limtol. During that time he had concerned himself with the impending harvest. All was well in most parts, but heavy rains had ruined some crops in the eastern sector of the kingdom. Fortunately, the grain produced in the lush field of Royal Knight land would even that out. Their surplus would no longer be going to Classic LEGOland anyway.
And then of course there was the funeral. It had been held yesterday admits the mourning of the whole populace. Crocodile tears really, the nobility hated him, the lower classes feared him, and many others could care less. Additionally, it was Falconis XXVIII who had allied himself with BloodVaine and led the country into war. To serve in the army was the highest duty of any man, but the high casualties had caused more then a few murmurings of discontent.
All’s well that ends well, though, the Marquis thought.
He was the ruler now, and this very day the prince would be crowned, officially securing his position as regent. His thoughts were interrupted when a messenger rushed into the room.
“My Lord!” he cried, “A large army led by Martin Humboldt is advancing to the city!”
Durlass gagged on some of the food he was eating. “What? How can this be? Close the gates. Do not let his enter the city.”
“Yes, I will send the word immediately, sire!”
Durlass collapsed back into his chair. Now he had another problem to deal with – Martin.
Martin couldn’t help from grinning as he and his army reached the city. Eight hundred carefully picked men had been chosen. In the front was Martin and his staff, followed by 100 heavy knights. Behind that were 400 of the imperial guards, followed by 300 of the famous Black Falcon spearmen, decked out in parade order. In addition, there was a small band ready to play.
They entered the open city gates, courtesy of his the city guard who were loyal to him. Banners flying, the company marched down the main street as the astonished populace looked out windows and around corners to see what was happening. The band started playing and one person shouted out a loud “Huzzah!” The effect was instantaneous. People began to cheer and wave, greeting the army. Martin smiled again and waved, throwing some money to the side of the street. So far his plan was working. People were so fickle he thought. At this rate he would be able to over through the Marquis tomorrow.
The Lone Falcon, concealed behind a pillar, eyed the procession keenly. A coin thrown from Martin rolled along the cobblestones until it collided with the Lone Falcon’s foot. A second later a child snatched up the coin greedily and ran off for more. Like a shadow, the Lone Falcon slipped away into the darkness.
“This certainly complicates things...again.” commented Vanderdious, wrinkling his brow.
“Indeed.” sighed Mayriz, “What shall the resistance do now?”
“We will stay put and out of the way.” affirmed the Lone Falcon, “If Martin kills off the Marquis, all the better. If he joins the Marquis, then we will have to strike hard and fast. The Classic Emperor may have declared the Black Falcons corrupt, it is not likely the Marquis and his followers will submit easily. All of Dametreos is in a weakened state and every faction is concerned about surviving the winter, which promises to be a harsh one. I do not think it is likely any faction will take up arms to squabble over territory and power rights.”
“Then I suppose we will lay dormant ‘til spring.” sighed Gaffner.
“It is our only choice.” said the Lone Falcon, “Bersun, his army and the Bulls are all staying at the Yellow Castle under the Classic Emperor's protection and Bersun has agreed to do nothing until spring. But in April, we will attack.”
“Unless the Marquis and Martin kill each other off first.” quipped Gaffner.
“If they do, then we will have no problem taking over their empty quarters.” smirked the Lone Falcon.
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