Kaewyn found himself constantly checking the sky every few moments like a paranoid shopkeeper eyeing his precious goods. He was worried that the storm he had pinned his entire plan to defend Greystone Province and its people would not arrive, even if the evidence was clear to see that this was not the case. The wind had picked up greatly since midday and the temperature had dropped considerably. The sun had reached its zenith several hours prior and had begun to descend. Clouds thickly covered most of the sky and were moving quickly. The storm he had put his faith in was etching closer by the hour.

Kaewyn rode a few yards ahead of his two advisors, eager to create some distance between he and them. When Kaewyn revealed his decision to do battle with Lord Severus, General Alaric was overjoyed. Seneschal Talbury, who had advised appeasement and submission, was less enthusiastic. The general however quickly changed his tune when Kaewyn informed the general, rather than fortifying Xu Castle and preparing for a siege as he had suggested, they were to gather every able-bodied man and march out to fight. General Alaric and Seneschal Talbury had been dumbstruck, they begged for Kaewyn to reconsider, but Kaewyn had a plan, a plan he would not reveal until he believed the time was right.

“Kaewyn… my lord!” Seneschal Talbury called out as he rode up beside him. “I must insist that you reveal this plan of yours at once!”

“I have already explained why I have not told you or the General my plan Talbury. This is a delicate matter and if word reached Lord Severus, then my plan will only end in failure.” Kaewyn explained hastily. “All I ask if that you trust me and do as I ask. I will explain everything after we have made camp at Veneti Hill.”

Talbury sighed heavily. “Yes… my lord.”

“Not good enough!” A hearty voice shouted from Kaewyn’s opposite side. It was General Alaric. “Your plan involves military action, and your father left me here to advise on such matters. I have served for well over thirty years on the battlefield. You are being a fool to not include me in the inner workings of this idea you just… came up with on the spot!”

“If you are wise in military matters General, then surely you understand the need to keep this plan hidden from our enemy?” Kaewyn replied sharply. He had well and truly had enough of his advisor’s incessant ramblings. “I have already stated that you will hear this plan before we take action and you will have your chance to offer suggestions or amendments once we have set up camp. Understood?”

“But Kaewyn, you—”

“Enough General. I have decided. Get us to the hill, you have the lead.” He said with finality.

Kaewyn pulled the reins of his horse and slowed the animal to a walk, letting the two advisors take the lead of the column of marching soldiers, made up of the small garrison of soldiers and guardsmen left behind in Xu Castle. In addition, Bailiff Mallis’ Oakerton militia and Arlan’s volunteers swelled the ranks and increased their number considerably. He maintained his slow pace until he spotted Arlan on his magnificent white steed coming up beside him. Arlan was in deep conversation with several other mounted volunteers, and although he could not discern the topic of conversation, they seemed jovial enough.

“Arlan, good to see you.” He called.

“And you my lord!” Arlan replied with a smile.

Kaewyn steadied his pace to match that of Arlan and rewarded his mount with a scratch behind the ear for so dutifully following his command.

“I wanted to thank you again Arlan, for so eagerly agreeing to assist us against Lord Severus.”

“There is no need my lord. Once you revealed your true identity, I could not refuse such a request from you.” Arlan said with a respectful nod of the head.

“But there is a need Arlan. This is not your fight, and you could have easily remained at home or refused. You and the other volunteers deserve the praise. I doubt we would have a chance of success without your help.” Kaewyn explained.

“Then in that case I accept your thanks, but truthfully, the other volunteers and I came here to fight tyranny. The Great Traitor is everything that I cannot abide and I would gladly fight him and his ilk.” Arlan said passionately, the heads of the other volunteers nodded as he spoke. Kaewyn could tell that they looked to him as their leader. “Lord Severus is perhaps worse than he, for he has waited until the realm was weak and unprotected before making his move. If I can make a small difference in stopping him, I will commit myself to it fully.”

“Again, thank you Arlan. And to you other volunteers as well.” Kaewyn added with a nod. “We will arrive at Veneti Hill where we are to set camp shortly, but we have a little while and I am in the mood for some good conversation. Will you indulge me?”

Arlan nodded with a smile. “Of course, if you too will answer some questions of mine.”

“I welcome your questions Arlan. I have noticed that you speak with the grace and intelligence of a learned scholar, where were you educated?” Kaewyn asked with genuine curiosity.

“I was not… I mean to say that I did not attend any official school of scholars. I was educated in my home village in Vinum Province, by a reclusive scholar who wanted away from the public eye. My father offered him lodgings when he came to our village, and he educated me in exchange.” Arlan explained.

“Fascinating story. He must have been quite the scholarly individual. Most scholars I have met would not dream of living in a remote village. They want the world to know their names. A true scholar your educator must be.” Kaewyn said.

“He was, he passed a few years ago. He was an older man. He was old even when I was but a young boy. He died about the same time as my grandfather.” Arlan said sadly.

“I am sorry, he sounds like someone I would have liked to have met.” Kaewyn remarked. “What of your martial skills? I have spent much time around warriors of calibre, my brother, General Alaric, and even to some extend his son, Captain Alaric. It is obvious by the way you ride and hold your spear that you are a capable fighter. Who taught you?”

“My grandfather. He drilled with me daily as a boy. All I wanted was to swing a blade, but we spent days just learning the stances and how to hold the weapons properly well before I was ever even allowed to swing it, much less at something.”

“Your grandfather must have been a warrior of some renown.”

“He was, quite famous in his day. Many a bard spun tales of his achievements. Arlan the Swift they called him. I am named for him.”

“Arlan the Swift…the name is familiar to me.” Kaewyn recalled.

“That does not surprise me my lord, I believe he met your father once or twice a long time ago.” Arlan added.

“Yes, I remember now. Arlan the Swift, he served the Callidus family. Lord Rhys’ grandfather if I recall correctly. He had a reputation for his skill as a warrior and commander of men.” Kaewyn said. “I remember that he quit court and disappeared one day.”

“He fought in many battles and won many duels.” Arlan explained with a faint smile. “Eventually though, like the scholar who educated me, my grandfather desired a more peaceful life. He left court and settled in the first village he came to, which is where I grew up.”

Kaewyn was excited. For a moment he had forgotten the dire circumstances which surrounded his every action. Arlan’s grandfather was one of the most famous generals in the recent history of the Revaryn Empire, and no one had known what had happened to him after he had retired from service from the court of Vinum Province. He could hardly believe that riding alongside him on the road to battle, his very first battle, was Arlan the Swift’s grandson.

“Arlan, considering your lineage, you could have secured a position of import in any court in the land. I am surprised to see you as a mere volunteer.” Kaewyn said plainly.

Arlan sighed. “With respect… this is what always happens when someone learns of my identity. I am treated differently, with more kindness, but also more expectation. My grandfather started with nothing and rose to the very top. I would like to honour his memory and do the same, if I am worthy. I refuse to use his name to benefit myself without earning it as he did.”

Kaewyn smiled. “I can relate to what you said about identity Arlan, but your ideal is an admirable one. What would your response be if I was to offer you a position within my father’s court as a military official?”

“Nothing would fill me with greater joy my lord.” Arlan beamed with a great honest smile. “But regretfully, I would decline. I want to earn, rather than be gifted such an honour.”

“I understand completely Arlan. I doubt many men would do the same in your position, but I understand you.”

“…I hope I have not offended you my lord. That truly was not my intent.”

“Do not fret. A common man would have leapt at the chance for elevation and rank, but you, you are not a common man Arlan. You are the grandson of Arlan the Swift.” Kaewyn mused. “I have no doubts you will prove yourself worthy and earn a position without the benefit of your lineage. But I will request that you attend council and hear my plan to defeat Lord Severus and his army. You can speak for the volunteers if you wish.”

“Thank you, my lord, but again… I am not so certain I should attend such a meeting…” Arlan said hesitantly. “I am only here as a volunteer to fight against tyranny.”

“It is in the best interests of the volunteers to have a representative in this meeting Arlan. If you will not look out for their goodwill, then who will?” Kaewyn explained, hoping it would be enough to convince Arlan to come.

“…As you wish. I will attend, mostly for the sake of the volunteers I have come to think of as brothers. Where do I have to be?” Arlan said awkwardly.

“I will have Yohren come find you when the time has come.”

“Thank you, my lord, now as for the questions I wanted to ask you, we can leave them for a more opportune time. I can see the General up ahead waving you down.” Arlan said pointing to the head of the column. “The General is an impatient man; I would not want to keep him waiting long.”

“Wise, Arlan. I thank you for indulging my weakness for conversation. I will see you during the meeting at the camp.” Kaewyn responded.

Kaewyn used a kick of his feet to spur his horse forward into a fast trot and then a canter to reach the head of the column. It didn’t take long for him to re-join the advisors. The two older men greeted him with annoyed though respectful glances. The general explained that they would reach the hill Kaewyn had chosen, Veneti Hill, within the hour if they maintained their current, speedy pace. He was relieved, for he had begun to worry that the hill was farther away than he had thought. Kaewyn attempted to take the opportunity to alleviate the animosity that had formed between himself and his father’s two advisors by making a light hearted joke, but the older men gently ignored him. They faked a laugh and avoided engaging with him further. With a sigh, Kaewyn resigned himself to the march and focused on the road ahead.

When Veneti Hill appeared before the column of marching men, Kaewyn felt utter relief. He saw that the base of the hill was surrounded by oak trees that were very similar to the ones around Oakerton. The only difference he could see was that these trees had been allowed to grow to great heights and were far denser and thicker. The loggers of Oakerton were forbidden from plying their trade here Kaewyn recalled, for his father, Lord Corrhen, had given Veneti Hill to the scholars for their meetings and discussions. The scholars had asked Lord Corrhen that the area remain as natural as possible, and not be subjected man’s industry. The road the column had marched along since leaving Xu Castle turned into a dirt path that winded up the hill around the oak trees. Kaewyn signalled for the column to ascend the hill with a quick movement of the hand. General Alaric imitated his gesture, and before long, they had ascended the hill.

Coming up to the plateau, Kaewyn spotted a single wooden structure that stood in the middle of the clearing. Surrounding the building, were dozens of scholars who stared back in fear at the approaching troops. Some pointed, others appeared ready to flee, but a few brave scholars edged closer. Kaewyn raised his hand in open palm, a universal sign of peace, to put their minds at ease. When they came within speaking distance, Kaewyn explained the dangers of Lord Severus’ impending invasion of Greystone Province and that the scholars should leave as soon as possible. Initially, the scholars argued and protested, but one of them recognised the Edderfield banner flying above the troops, and whispered to the scholar speaking on their behalf. Immediately, his tone changed. The scholars agreed and promised that they would begin preparations to leave. Kaewyn was pleased, and offered the assistance of the troops if the scholars required any assistance in packing their belongings, but the offer was gently refused.

“General, have Bailiff Mallis and the militia begin setting up the defences and building fires.” Kaewyn explained. “I want them to build as many fires as they possible can, so if Severus’ scouts spot us before we are ready, they will think we are a greater force than we are. Make sure the wagons we brought with us are emptied of the Edderfield banners and then have them set up all over Veneti Hill. After that, have everyone of import meet me in that structure over there. We will go over my plan.”

“Yes, my lord.” The General replied. “What of the troops and the volunteers? Should they not assist with the construction of defences? The work would go much easier.”

“No, have them rest and fed. I want them to recover from the march as soon as possible.” Kaewyn said with finality, but when the General lingered, he guessed there was more to be said.

“Is there something further General?” He asked.

“…I hope this plan of yours is a good one Kaewyn. We are taking an awful risk out here.” The General said solemnly.

“As do I General, now see to your task.”

The column of soldiers, volunteers and militia streamed up the path and began spreading out on the plateau of Veneti Hill. Some appeared tired, others fresh, but the prevailing look was that of uncertainty. Kaewyn knew that the men wanted to know what was going on as much as General Alaric and Seneschal Talbury did. They would learn soon enough, Kaewyn thought to himself. He dismounted his horse and handed the reins to one of his attendants and then made his way over to the wooden structure. It was plain to see that originally the building had served as a hunter’s lodge, but in more recent years it had been used as a scholar’s retreat. Tables were set up in and around the building, many had freshly written scriptures or written works upon them. Cut and shaped tree stumps served as makeshift seats and quills and inkwells were scattered everywhere. Veneti Hill was a place of scholarly discussion and debate, a place for those that follow the Scholar’s Way, and dedicate their lives to study and learning.

Kaewyn stepped carefully past some scattered supplies on the ground and was about to enter the building when Yohren came running over. The large nosed young man who Kaewyn had come to think of as a friend did not take as much caution as he had done, and nearly tripped when his foot slipped on a small box. Kaewyn reacted quickly and managed to steady him before he fell. Yohren smiled awkwardly and nodded his appreciation. After a quick greeting, Kaewyn turned and entered the building.

Inside, the building was one large room, filled with a large table that ran the length of the room, along with a few other tables and supplies. It was dimly lit and hard to see within, and he was almost knocked over when a scholar rushed past him to the exit, his hands full of something. On the far side of the large room, Kaewyn could hear arguing. As far as he could tell in the dim environment, the place was empty, save for two silhouettes. The voices were familiar somehow, and so was the topic of contention.

“Is that…?” Yohren asked.

“I think it is.” Kaewyn confirmed.

A younger man with little to no facial hair wearing scholarly robes shouted aggressively at another man, older, who had a neatly trimmed beard. Immediately Kaewyn recognised the two as the troublemakers from the streets of Oakerton, the ones that had caused the brawl outside the Lusty Woodsman.

“Who are you?” The younger scholar said angrily.

“Get out of here at once,” The older man said. “this debate does not concern you in the slightest.”

Kaewyn chuckled. “Unfortunately for you, and your rabble-rousing ways, it does concern me. I am using this building as my headquarters for my troops.”

“Your… troops?” One of the scholars said fearfully.

“T… this land was given to those who follow the Scholar’s Way by Lord Corrhen, the Lord of this land. It is not to be used for military purposes!”

“Indeed, and I am Lord Corrhen’s son, Kaewyn Edderfield. Unluckily for you two, I witnessed firsthand your antics in Oakerton. You fled before you could be held accountable for your actions.”

“But we did no such thing, we only—” The scholars stammered nervously.

“There will be no debate in this matter, only punishment.” Kaewyn said strongly.

“Punishment? For what? We are encouraged to debate, to argue. This is the Scholar’s Way. You cannot punish us for this!”

“Debate, yes, but not in public, and certainly not the way you both conducted yourself. You got carried away with the crowd, which is why debating is supposed to be done in places like this and not in the streets.” Kaewyn explained.

“What are you going to do Kaewyn?” Yohren asked as the two scholars fell to their knees and begged mercy.

Kaewyn sighed. “The both of them will report to Bailiff Mallis and confess their crime. Then they can choose their punishment.”

“Choose?” Yohren asked. “What do you mean?”

“They can either be thrown in a cell, or render service by joining the militia and supporting us in our efforts against Lord Severus and his invasion force.”

“NO!” The two scholars shouted in unison.

“Yohren, take them the Bailiff at once, if they lack the motivation then use your sword as encouragement. Once you are done, find Arlan and bring him here. It is time we discussed the plan in its entirety.” Kaewyn ordered.

Yohren nodded and gestured for the scholars to follow him, when they hesitated, he gripped the hilt of his sword which got them moving.

“I can’t subject myself to mere guard work, my reputation as a learned man would be in tatters!” One said in horror.

“What about rotting in a cell? So demeaning, I simply could not live after that vile experience.” Said the other. “This is torturous and unfair and proves my point about the nobility of the realm!”

“Get moving.” Yohren said commandingly, still holding the hilt of his blade. “I’ll deliver them to the Bailiff at once my lord, then find Arlan and meet you back here.”

“Good.” Kaewyn replied.

The two scholars complained and argued even as they were shepherded out of the building. He could still hear them as they got further and further away. Yohren would have his hands full with those two, as would the Bailiff, Kaewyn thought. He turned around and explored the dimly lit building, finding more parchments and written work scattered about. There wasn’t anything interesting to read, mostly the parchments were the beginnings of poems or speeches on various topics. While he was pawing through a particularly rude poem, he suddenly startled to hear a sound of something heavy hitting the floor in the far corner of the room. When he spun around to face the noise, a tall, thin framed man wearing scholarly robes emerged from the darkened corner of the room. The first feature of the man that struck Kaewyn was the man’s thick eyebrows. They were a dark black and almost met in the middle. His skin was pale and his legs were long. Kaewyn couldn’t tell the man’s age, but he was not old, or even middle aged. As far as he could tell, the man was only slightly older than he himself was. The man walked with a slight hunch in his shoulders and carried in his hand a heavy tome.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. I was just gathering my belongings and dropped this cursed heavy tome.” The tall man said softly.

“It is I who is the intruder here, no sorry is necessary.” He replied earnestly.

“…Interesting.” The tall man replied. “I must thank you for removing those imbeciles. Their incessant bickering was driving me insane.”

“You are welcome… what is your name sir? I am Kaewyn Edd—”

“—I know your name young one. There’s no need to recite it at me, as you nobles seem to love doing repeatedly at every opportunity.” The tall man said with hostility.

“It is proper to introduce yourself, otherwise you do not know with who you are speaking.” Kaewyn said defensively. He’d had enough of self-important scholars and their attitudes and he was not in the mood for another.

“My name is Marcus; my family name is irrelevant. But as a noble I’m guessing the fact that I have not volunteered my family name irks you, so I will give it. I am Marcus Linforde, and no, I bare no relation to those Linfords, my last name ends with an E. Satisfied? Good.”

“Right, uhm… I suppose now is as good a time as any would be to tell you that you need to vacate the building Sir Linforde.” Kaewyn explained calmly, trying to keep his temper from getting the better of him. “You see, there is an invasion force on the way and we—”

“Lord Severus marches to take advantage of the chaos of the land, sewn by the Great Traitor, yes, I know.” Marcus said ponderously. “He is wise to move now, when the realm is distracted. And you Kaewyn, you need this building to hold your war council, to discuss your plan to attack Severus in much the same way, while he is distracted and focussed on something else.”

“…How did you come to know all of this Sir Linforde?” Kaewyn asked in surprise. “I have not told many of my intentions nor my plans.”

“I have apprenticed under many great minds and spent the majority of my youth studying the tomes of the ancients.” Marcus Linforde said with obvious pride. “When you can understand the minds of the ancients, ascertaining the intentions of the simple minded is child’s play.”

“Did you just refer to me as simple minded?” Kaewyn asked, his temper rising again.

“Heh, I mean no offense, but I have spent my entire life in study and in dedication to the scholarly arts. It is only natural that I am able to foresee such things.” Marcus explained with pride, albeit with more restraint than before.

“Are you a follower of the Scholar’s Way then?” Kaewyn asked further.

“Who, me? Of course not!” Marcus said annoyedly, his face scrunched up in disgust. “Those who follow the Scholar’s Way are sheep and do not possess an original thought between them. I have not met a single scholar worthy of the name who professes to follow that outdated code.”

Kaewyn sighed. He had met many scholars in his time and whilst some perhaps did not deserve the moniker of scholar, many also did. It was obvious to him that this Marcus thought very highly of himself, a trait Kaewyn usually associated with scholars who did not deserve to call themselves as such.

“All the same, you will vacate the building.” Kaewyn insisted. “My advisors will be here any moment and we will need the room.”

“Regretfully, I cannot leave just yet. My tomes and belongings are too numerous to be packed and saddled within a moment’s notice.” Marcus explained quickly as he returned to his corner of the room and began shifting about his belongings. “Have your meeting, I will not bother you.”

Kaewyn was both annoyed and astonished by Marcus. On one hand, the man was entirely arrogant and self-important, but he definitely possessed an intelligence and had a keen insight into current events. If he wasn’t so insufferable Kaewyn would love to spend more time discussing things with him. He wasn’t certain about having Marcus present during the council, but he guessed that it would not do much harm. It wasn’t as if he could ask him to leave any earlier either, considering it was his fault that Marcus and the other scholars had to pack up and leave on such short notice. After all, it was he who was forcing them to leave Veneti Hill.

Kaewyn sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Just try not to get in the way and leave when you can then.”

Marcus Linforde either did not hear him, or far more likely, he chose to not respond, for the odd scholar continued to sort through various tomes, parchments and other miscellaneous goods with his awkward hunched posture. Kaewyn decided to return the favour and wandered over to one of the wax reading candles. Picking up another unlit candle, he held the end of the unlit one over the flame and waited for it to light up. Over where Marcus was, a sudden burst of light streamed in from a window that the odd scholar had just opened. Embarrassed, Kaewyn abandoned the candle and searched for other windows, he found several and opened them, fully illuminating the indoors of the building.

As though on cue, General Alaric and his son, Captain Alaric, came through the door followed by the military officials. They were all armoured up and had their weapons with them. Kaewyn directed them to the large table that ran the breadth of the room and took his place at the head. He noticed faint red stains all over the table. It was logical to assume that the table was more than likely used to butcher animal carcasses. Just after, Seneschal Talbury entered side by side with Bailiff Mallis. The two men also took their places by the large table.

“Now that everyone of note is here, I’m eager to hear your plan Kaewyn.” General Alaric said loudly, followed by grunts of support from the other military officials and his son.

“Not yet, Yohren and Arlan are yet to arrive.” Kaewyn said.

General Alaric looked visibly confused. “The council your father left behind to advise and assist you is already here; I do not see the point in their attendance.”

“Because I have asked them to. Arlan is also representing the volunteer troops as their representative and thus deserves to be present.”

“As you wish my lord…” The General replied. “Who is that over there? Another scholar? He needs to leave, no one but us should know, lest they inform our enemy of our plans.”

“That man is Marcus Linforde, no need to trouble him. He will be gone shortly.” Kaewyn said.

“But my lord…”

“Leave him be. I command it.”

General Alaric nodded, but Kaewyn could tell he wasn’t happy about it. After a momentary silence, Arlan entered the building followed closely by Yohren. The two shuffled through the officials and took their places at the table. Some of the military officials gave them awkward looks, but they didn’t seem to mind. Kaewyn was glad they had come without delay; everyone was on edge already and any further delays would only make it serve to worsen the mood.

“General, you have the map?” Kaewyn asked, gesturing to the large table around which they all stood.

General Alaric nodded, then produced a large rolled up map. He placed it on the table and unrolled it along the length the of table, using his own blade in its sheath as a weight to keep one corner from re-rolling itself back up to its original shape. Others followed suit, keeping all corners of the map held down. Now that he could see the map clearly, Kaewyn could immediately tell that the general’s map was that of Greystone Province and the surroundings lands. It was heavily detailed with the topographic details of the land, showing where the ground was steeper, where forests were thicker, and where rivers and impassable terrain was located.

Kaewyn began the meeting by repeating all the reasons for choosing to fight Lord Severus over submitting or holding up inside of Xu Castle that he had discussed with Yohren atop the tower earlier in the day. He explained how Lord Severus’ trustworthiness was not something that they could rely upon, and that defending from inside the castle would only prolong their defeat. Most present understood his reasoning, but none of them understood why choosing to attack was a better choice.

“I am sure you are all eager to hear my plan to defeat Lord Severus now.” Kaewyn said. “Let me explain it to you all, after, I welcome your questions and suggestions.”

“Finally…” General Alaric said under his breath. Others echoed his statement with expressions rather than words.

“We are to launch a night attack on Severus’ camp and either kill him, or take him prisoner before his men have a chance to retaliate.” Kaewyn said. “The storm will cover our movements as we approach, then we strike.”

“A night attack?” Seneschal Talbury said in surprise.

“It could work…” Another military official said ponderously.

“My militia aren’t soldiers; you all know it. More likely to piss themselves and run than put up a real fight against real warriors.” Bailiff Mallis added in his own unique way.

“Kaewyn, you propose we attack Severus when he is surrounded by his entire force? He outnumbers us four… perhaps even five to one!” General Alaric exclaimed; his face showed serious concern.

“Before you raise your doubts,” Kaewyn said as he raised his hands defensively. “let me explain my Seven Advantages and Three Disadvantages strategy.”

Everyone around the table’s eyes brightened up immediately at the reveal of the name of the plan that he had come up with. Kaewyn had deliberately named his plan in the same way that the ancient’s named their legendary strategies, based primarily on many of the books he had read. Their curiosity and interest had been piqued. Arlan watched on quietly while Yohren smiled supportively. The military officials and the General were ready to hang off his every word. Kaewyn knew he had their attention squarely on him now, something he lacked back in the Great Hall of Xu Castle. He had to speak well now, and confidently like his father would. He knew if he failed to convince them of his plan at this council, then he would not have another chance. Taking a deep breath, Kaewyn steeled himself and did his best to imitate his father’s commanding voice.

“We have seven major advantages over Lord Severus which I have identified, but we also need to consider that we suffer three disadvantages in relation to his forces.” Kaewyn began confidently. “Firstly, I will cover our disadvantages.”

“The number of his troops...” Seneschal Talbury pointed out.

“Yes Talbury, numbers. In this we are outmatched. This is our primary disadvantage. Secondly, Oscua province is renowned for its raw materials as much as Greystone Province is renowned for its scholars. Severus’ troops will be outfitted with only the best armours and weapons.” Kaewyn stated.

“Oscua Province’s elite troops are also known to be among the most well trained and drilled in the Empire.” General Alaric added in. “It costs a great deal of coin to sustain a large number of elite fighting men. So, I believe that most of his men however, are more likely to be conscripts supplemented by these… elite troops.”

“Thank you for your input General.” Kaewyn said. “And finally, the momentum is in his favour. He has just conquered Vinum Province, and quite easily. Lord Severus and his commanders and troops will be confident, very confident, that we will also fall just as easily. If we met them in a pitched battle, his troops zeal and fervour would overwhelm us.”

“Makes sense.” Bailiff Mallis added. “They’ve had it easy, probably don’t expect much from us either.”

“To summarise, they have the greater number, better troops, and momentum on their side. To counter these facts, I will now go over my seven advantages.” Kaewyn said confidently, though inside he was hoping there was not some fatal flaw in his ideas that he could not see.

“One. The storm. The storm that is approaching from the north will be here very soon, more than likely within a couple hours. The wind has already picked up and the clouds have darkened considerably. The storm has arrived at the perfect time to aid us in our surprise attack. With its coming, we can approach Severus undetected.

Everyone nodded their approval. So far so good Kaewyn thought.

“Two. Terrain. We have the advantage of terrain. I have hunted in these forests all my life. I know the paths and the hills. During this storm, we can manoeuvre our troops through these forests and get into position undetected before we launch our attack. Thus, advantages one and two help to negate our number disadvantage against the enemy.”

“Three. Overconfidence. Lord Severus is overconfident in his ability to deal with us. He believes us insignificant and unable to resist him. This is shown by him getting Lord Rhys to appear to us battered and defeated, advising surrender and submission. He has just conquered Vinum Province and knows that our army is off fighting in the Heartlands, and that my father is with them. He thinks us weak and defenceless. In essence, he has convinced himself we will either submit to him, or resist him from inside Xu Castle, not daring to peek outside. Instead, we will attack him and take him by surprise.”.

A junior military official explained that if he were Lord Serverus, he would be full of confidence too.

“Four. Severus’ camp. Lord Severus has made a critical error in allowing Lord Rhys to deliver us his ultimatum, for Rhys has told us where Lord Severus plans to make camp. He has chosen a location that has one side completely blocked by the Rau River, which, during the storm will be raging and uncrossable, acting as a barrier. On the other side of the camp is the forest. From this side we can easily approach as explained in point two, terrain. This further shows Severus’ overconfidence and also allows us to plan our attack, knowing full well where his camp will be placed.”

Kaewyn took a quick glance around at everyone present and saw nodding heads and excited glances. He was doing it! He was winning them over.

“Five. The Militia. Bailiff Mallis and Seneschal Talbury will stay here at Veneti Hill. Here you two will command the militia and set up the hill to appear as our main camp. I want to you order the militia to set up as many fires as you can, to give the impression our number is greater than the truth. The camp you will create here will put Severus’ mind further at ease. If he believes he knows where we are, then he will be less likely to expect an attack. You need to make as much noise and ruckus as possible, to further assist the enemy scouts in coming to this conclusion, a task I am sure Bailiff Mallis is up to.”

“Kaewyn… are you ordering me to…be loud and drink wine?” The Bailiff said slowly.

“Indeed. That is your specialty no?” Kaewyn said with a smile.

“I cannot believe it! I will not let you down my lord! Never would I have expected to be ordered to get drunk and make some noise! I guarantee those scouts will hear us from the next province over!” Bailiff Mallis laughed heartily.

Everyone present let loose a chuckle and a warm smile, but Kaewyn paused, there was more to be said in this matter.

“Talbury, Mallis, there is something else.” Kaewyn said sombrely. “If we are to fail in our surprise attack, then the safety of Oakerton falls to you. If you suspect that we have failed in our gambit, I want you to withdraw immediately back to Oakerton and begin evacuating the people. Seek shelter in Karikhan Province with Lord Sudrow, or even the Heartlands, assuming the Coalition is successful, then that will be the safest place for you.” The mood of the room immediately flattened, but Kaewyn knew it had to be said. “Do you understand?”

“We do.” Talbury said, echoed shortly by the Bailiff.

“Six. Vinum Province Wine.” Kaewyn said continuing on quickly, for he did not want to linger on the worst possible scenario. “Yes, I know Vinum Province stock is probably your favourite wine, it is mine also. I am betting that this is also true for Lord Severus and his men. Having recently conquered the province where this wine is produced, I am sure that Severus has gotten his filthy hands on many barrels. As he expects nothing from us but capitulation or for us to defend inside the castle, I believe he would be partaking in said wine, and more than likely he has rewarded his soldiers with many barrels as spoils of war. Momentum is on his side; he must keep his men happy and confident. Tell me, what makes a man both happy and confident?”

“His commanders and men may be drunk!” Captain Alaric said. “And if not, many will at the very least be slightly drunk.”

“You are right young captain.” Bailiff Mallis added. “I know I wouldn’t be able to resist free wine, especially Vinum Province stock. I’d be as drunk as a… well, me with free wine.”

“I doubt they will all be drunk.” Arlan added, the first words he had spoken since walking in with Yohren by his side. “Severus’ elite troops are more likely to remain professional and only drink a little, but as the General pointed our earlier, the bulk of his forces are most likely made up of regular troops. They will not share the same level of discipline.”

“A wise statement.” Talbury commented. “That leaves the question, how will we deal with his elite troops?”

“With steel.” General Alaric replied. “And strong arms.”

“Hmm, not a comforting thought. I cannot say I am disappointed that I will remain here at Veneti Hill with the Militia.” Talbury said dryly.

“We’ll keep yer safe.” Bailiff Mallis said with a chuckle.

“My lord, may I speak?” Yohren said softly and without confidence.

It was obvious that Yohren was nervous and unsure about his position in the council. Everyone else present held some sort of rank or title. Even Arlan was the nominated representative of the volunteer army. Kaewyn knew that the young large nosed man must have felt out of place, and he had to admit, he looked out of place as well. His skin marked him as different, several shades darker than what was considered the norm. His rusty chainmail was indicative of his poor background, but Kaewyn had come to respect Yohren’s opinion and wanted him to feel comfortable. He wondered if he should grant Yohren an official position within his court, but such appointments were only ever made by the Lord of the Province. It was well within his authority as acting lord to grant such a position, but the rest of the court may disapprove.

A thought suddenly struck Kaewyn and then he remembered. His brother Rahim had many retainers, men and women who served directly under him. The people closest to him and who he trusted most. These retainers lent their skills and experiences to him and swore loyalty in perpetuity, in exchange for sharing in his successes and failures. Yohren had shown qualities of honour and bravery in standing with him during the brawl in Oakerton. He had no idea that the man he was helping was the son of Lord Corrhen, to him, he was just assisting a stranger who needed help. Kaewyn smiled. Yohren was truly a perfect candidate to become his first retainer.

“Of course, Yohren. Speak your mind.” Kaewyn said.

“I was just wondering…” Yohren said nervously. “where I will be during all of this? If there is no place for me, I would like to accompany the volunteer army.”

“And you would be welcome.” Arlan said as he placed a hand on Yohren’s shoulder supportively. The two of them had seemed to be forming a budding friendship.

“Your place will be by my side Yohren, as one of my personal retainers.” Kaewyn announced to the shock of all present. “That is, if you accept my offer.”

“You want me to serve as your retainer my lord?” Yohren managed to get out. “I am honoured, even if I have no idea what it means.”

“Then it is done!” Kaewyn said happily. “Yohren is hereby named as my retainer. He will accompany me and protect me, advise me in both civil and military matters, and share in my fate, whatever fate that may be.”

“Advise you? I’m not sure, but thank you, my lord, …I will do my best.” Yohren said nervously.

“You will do fine Yohren. Just stay by my side.” Kaewyn said.

The various council members began to speak with each other on the appointment, some looked approving, others were not so enthusiastic. Among the doubtful, Captain Alaric, the General’s son, gave scathing looks directed at a smiling Yohren who was unaware of such malice. Captain Alaric had always been a jealous sort, never one to be pleased at seeing others gain rank or title. The General himself was more reserved and harder to read. It didn’t matter to Kaewyn regardless, he was well within his rights to name anyone as his personal retainer, whether they were deemed suitable or not.

Kaewyn called for silence with a wave of his hand, and after everyone had quietened, he continued. “This brings us to my final point. The surprise attack itself. I believe we will have the best chance of defeating Lord Severus if we strike from the forest as one large force during the apex of the storm. With luck, the enemy will be taken completely unawares and possibly drunk. We should have the strength to break through his lines and capture Lord Severus. Once we have him, we can force him to order his men to surrender.”

Kaewyn looked around at everyone’s faces to gauge their thoughts on his overall plan. Most present, especially the military officials, seemed to be onboard and with him. Seneschal Talbury as always, seemed concerned and doubt ridden, but that wasn’t unusual. When no one spoke up, Kaewyn pressed the issue.

“Are there any who would offer a suggestion? Any there any further doubts?” Kaewyn asked, half hoping for a response and half hoping his plan was watertight.

He could immediately tell that Talbury wanted to speak, but he stopped himself. Rather than offer a suggestion, Kaewyn guessed his particular concerns were still about fighting in general. No other person spoke out, and for the briefest of moments, Kaewyn believed that they were ready.

“I have a suggestion; one you would be wise to adopt.” Marcus Linforde said elegantly as he wandered toward the map table, announcing himself to everyone present.

“This one again?” The General said loudly. “I told you he should have left. He has heard our entire plan!”

“He could be a spy father.” Captain Alaric added. “Run off to inform Severus of our plans at the earliest opportunity.”

“He is no spy.” Kaewyn corrected. “If he were, do you think he would have announced himself so freely? A spy would have slinked out and left at the conclusion of our discussion.”

Marcus smiled. “Indeed, I am no spy. What paltry rewards would I receive in exchange for such information? What legacy would I leave for posterity? No, I wish for something far greater than whatever reward Lord Severus could ever give me. Perhaps you Kaewyn, can give me what I wish for.”

“He is of noble blood and a lord; you will refer to him as such, scholar!” General Alaric said angrily. “Even if you aren’t a spy, I will not tolerate such disrespect.”

“If you wish to shun my suggestion then so be It. I will not disturb you further.” Marcus turned on the spot and began walking to the exit, rather dramatically Kaewyn thought.

“There is no need for such a show Sir Linforde… if you have something to say, then speak up.” Kaewyn said impatiently.

Linforde chuckled, then approached the table with a flamboyant shuffle. “Very well. I have an amendment to your plan…” He then cast a glance at the general before continuing. “Lord Severus’ elite troops pose your biggest concern, as you correctly identified. What I suggest is this, instead of attacking as one unified force, you should split into two smaller forces. The larger of the two will attack with archers using fire arrows, and form up outside of the camp. Once the initial surprise has worn off, the enemy will sally out and attack this larger force. This larger force does not have to win this engagement, only to create as much chaos as possible and have Lord Severus’ attention be solely on them. This attack will confuse and demoralise the enemy, as you planned, but his elite troops will rally quickly, and as they do, they will inspire the regular troops to do the same. In your original plan this would lead to your defeat.”

“And what of the second force?” Kaewyn asked with curiosity. “Our numbers are small already, splitting them further will mean we will be overcome more quickly.”

“This second, smaller force, will wait in the forest. When the enemy’s elite troops have rallied and left the camp to battle the first force, then the second will strike and take Lord Severus by complete surprise. If everyone does their part, then the first force will not have to fight for long, just long enough to give enough time for Severus to be captured or killed by this second force.”

The room erupted into discussion, but Marcus paid them no mind. “Your plan is sound Kaewyn, but if you do not follow my suggestion, I doubt you will succeed. The decision however, is naturally yours to make. Do with my suggestion as you will.”

Kaewyn pondered the suggestion in his mind. What Marcus had said made a lot of sense to him. He could find no obvious fault in the idea and the more he thought of it, the more he realised attacking as one large force did have some drawbacks. The thought of splitting the troops worried him though, as their numbers were few enough to begin with. Splitting forces also added another headache he had to deal with, appointing who would lead these different forces. Kaewyn had come to a decision, he would adopt Marcus’ suggestion.

“I have decided. We will do as Sir Linforde says, and split our forces. General Alaric, you will lead the larger force. Understood?” Kaewyn announced.

“Yes, my lord. I understand. I will engage the enemy to distract them from the second assault.” The General said with pride. “I also request that my son, Captain Alaric, lead the smaller force. He is a good leader and has the respect of the men. I have trained him from birth for such a command.”

“Your suggestion is noted, but I will be leading the second force personally.” Kaewyn said somewhat hesitantly.

“My lord! You cannot.” Seneschal Talbury said with surprise. “It is much too risky; you should remain here at Veneti Hill with us where it is safe.”

“You are not a military man.” The General said. “You are an Edderfield, you should not put yourself in danger. Let my son do as he has been trained to do since childhood and lead men into battle.”

“This is my plan, and my decision. I will not place the success of this plan on another.” Kaewyn insisted. “I must see it through myself.”

“But my lord—” The General said before Kaewyn cut him off quickly.

“—Enough! If my father or brother were here, they would take command personally. You cannot tell me otherwise. I will be leading the second force and that is final.”

The council quietened and began to discuss their opinions and thoughts amongst themselves. Kaewyn eyed Captain Alaric who was staring with a snarl at Yohren. He appeared envious of the favour that he had just been bestowed. Kaewyn knew the Captain could become a problem; he shared similar traits to that of his father, and was full of pride and ambition.

After Kaewyn had dismissed the council and ordered them to begin preparations, he found each member privately and made certain that they knew of their tasks and responsibilities. He could feel the stresses of command wearing on him already. It made him wonder how his father and brother were feeling on their campaign against the Great Traitor. He was anxious but excited, worried but hopeful, and most of all, he was terrified but determined to see it through. Afterwards, he found Marcus Linforde who had returned to organising his belongings.

“Marcus, a word?”

“Yes of course Kaewyn, what do you want?” The thick eyebrowed man replied with a snap, barely bothering to look at him.

“You do realise, speaking that way to a lord would get you flogged anywhere within the Empire.” Kaewyn said with no real malice. “You should take care with such words.”

“Then have me flogged already and get on with it, I’ve no time to waste bandying empty words.”

Kaewyn shook his head. This man was not your ordinary scholar. He seemed not to care about the normal rules of courtly etiquette.

“Why have you decided to help us? What is in this for you?” Kaewyn asked. “Do you want money? Titles? Land? What is it that motivates you?”

Marcus chuckled, then focused his attention on Kaewyn. “You have potential.”

“Potential for what?”

“To perhaps, survive the coming chaos. Maybe even make something of yourself. A rare talent in times such as these. As for what I want, we will leave that for our next meeting.”

“The coming chaos? I know the Empire is struggling, but the land will return to peace when the Emperor regains control. My father and the Coalition will see to that.” Kaewyn explained.

“Listen Kaewyn, I have met many lords in my travels, most are not worth consideration. They lack the mind and willpower to really change anything. There are a few however, especially in the Heartlands, that do not lack these qualities. They are your ‘Great Traitors’. Your Coalition was organised and is led by the same type of ambitious men. Regardless, we will speak of this another time, first you must focus on tonight. Win this battle against Lord Severus, and you will have proven me correct.”

“Your words only serve to confuse me further Sir Linforde, but you speak the truth. Tonight’s battle must be the focus now.” Kaewyn said.

“Follow your plan Kaewyn, and victory will be yours. I assure you.” Marcus smiled.

“How can you be so certain of our success?”

“Your plan was almost perfect.”

Kaewyn smiled back awkwardly, unsure how to respond. “I better prepare, they’ll be like headless chickens without me.”

“Yes, you should. Now that this has all been organised, I think I will remain at Veneti Hill a while longer.” Marcus Linforde then put on a phony mocking voice. “That is of course, if you grant me permission my most noble lord?”

Kaewyn shook his head and then nodded his agreement. “Stay then.”

Kaewyn then bade the strange scholar farewell and left the building. Immediately he was covered with a light rain. The air was chilly and the wind pushed the rain at an angle that seemed nearly impossible. Already he could see the militia lighting their firepits to try and stay warm and the soldiers preparing their early meals. The volunteers were huddled together under some trees and being briefed by Arlan and Yohren about the plan, while General Alaric and his son appeared to be in deep discussion about something by the side of the building. The makeshift camp was abuzz with activity. Kaewyn’s eyes drifted upwards to see that the sky had become a very dark grey, and the clouds were racing toward the horizon. The storm had already arrived.