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The Prince’s Boy: 43
May. 19th, 2010 11:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
43: Kenet
I was accompanying the general the next day, on horse, as he greeted another battalion commander just arriving from an area near the Frangi border. The commander was a grizzled old soldier with one eye named Harman, and it was clear he and Roichal had known each other for many a year. I had barely dismounted from my horse when they were embracing, beating upon one another’s backs.
“I have something to show you,” Harman said. His voice was as rough as his face.
“Indeed?” Roichal beckoned me to follow.
Harman hesitated. “You might not…”
“My page is not so tender as he looks. What is it, Harman?”
“You’ll see.” He led us to where his own command tent had been pitched, in the shade of a large tree.
He opened the flap and led us inside. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dimness but I had heard a cry when he had entered.
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I was accompanying the general the next day, on horse, as he greeted another battalion commander just arriving from an area near the Frangi border. The commander was a grizzled old soldier with one eye named Harman, and it was clear he and Roichal had known each other for many a year. I had barely dismounted from my horse when they were embracing, beating upon one another’s backs.