Last BC 2009 entryTriple-crossed
As the Black Monarch’s power grew, so to did his ambition. Establishing his border at the major east-west road of the land had made him wealth beyond his earlier expectations. Never idle or content he began looking from his wooded and mountainous home south to the fields, forests and prosperous towns of the Crown Lands. Within months his army was armed and moving south to the closest of the Crown cities, Weston.
As he neared the city his scouts captured a local townsman and after a brief interrogation found worrisome news. The Crown Army was on his tail, and close. Worse still, a second army had already joined the town garrison and militia and were waiting for him and his men. Deciding he could not afford to risk battle with two Crown armies he changed his course from Weston to Easton, the sister city that was not far off. This way he could perhaps keep both armies to one flank.
As he made plans to execute his new course the peasant he had captured presented him a delightfully cunning trap for the Crown army behind him. One of the quickest paths to Easton from Weston was the Rolling River Gorge. Unbeknownst to any but those familiar to these parts was that there was one place where the sides of the cliffs were accessible to a large number of men that, from below, still could not be seen. There Monarch could have his men lie in wait for the following Crown Army. To ensure the army followed, the peasant would stay behind and guide them to the ambuscade.
Now Black Monarch’s army waited. They could see and hear the Crown Army approaching down below. The commoner lead the Crown Army forward in the deep gorge beside the Rolling River. Once the peasant gave them the sign the Crown Army would be no more and Black Monarch would once more have won the day… or would he? OneTwoThreeFour
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