The new day had arrived and Zellacta had no idea where Frazer was. After Brexham’s sudden death, it meant that there was only he who was around to take control of the front grounds. Something he was not eager to take on, as he looked at the sad faces that were ready to take on the enemies, all looking downtrodden as though they were footballers who had been defeated in the finals of a cup match.
Zellacta was able to see outside the palace grounds, thanks to the Grimsley Armies, rammers, who had barged their way into palace grounds uninvited. The walls had not been repaired, which they should have done after the previous fighting. However, everyone was tired, worn out and needed to rest up.
The enemy was approaching. Zellacta sighed, he was hoping they would forget that they had agreed a dawn battle, but alas, they had not done so as he saw them walking in a line, all ready to commence as soon as their leader gave them the order to do so.
“Be ready and aim when I give you the order,” Zellacta declared loud enough for all to hear, who nodded in agreement, as they took their weapons from their scabbards and held their swords tightly in their gloved hands.
Thomson stood static, looking at the enemy with no expression. He’d noticed with his bird-like-eyes that they were ready, they were going to make the first move again – he could feel it.
“No one moves from here until I give you the order. No weapon to be used, unless I state the use of them,” Thomson ordered, as he looked at his men hoping they understood. “We have spoken of the actions and we are all in agreement to what I am doing; if you are not, then I suggest you go back to the harbour and stay there until we return,” Thomson stated, as he looked at his men hard and bitterly one last time, before marching towards the palace.
Zellacta was unsure what was going on; the same soldier had done this the day before. Was he going to throw mental abuse at his men, before they began to fight?
Zellacta was about to shout out, get them to throw the first bow, kill what was left, so as they could finish the battle once and for all and go home.
However, the words stayed put in his mouth, his bitter expression changed to puzzlement as Thomson neared them and produced a white piece of cloth out of his pocket, and held it in the air as he neared the palace, the gentle wind blowing the white material back and forth. Zellacta put his sword away, but still held on to the hilt, in case it was a trick to distract them from their attack. The warriors followed suit, all looking at each other, unsure what was going on.
“We have come to you with our hands in the air, to declare that we wish no more fighting,” Thomson shouted for all to hear.
Zellacta thought for a moment, unsure he was speaking the truth or not.
“And for the sudden truce?” Zellacta asked curiously, staring at the soldier for his reason.
“The warrior who saved us last night. He did not need to do this, he could’ve let those soldiers slay us, but he...