Minara the Grojan WarChapter 21 Grojan
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The next morning Arron woke early, bathed and dressed in his light leather armor. He walked down to the common room for breakfast and was saluted by the desk sergeant. "Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Jerros."
There was a noise outside so Arron walked to the main entrance and opened the doors. He was greeted by a loud cheer. A crowd was quickly gathering; people pushed forward, patted him on the back and shook his hands. He was about to step back through the door when Jerina rushed up, put her arms round his neck and planted a wet passionate kiss on his mouth. She broke the kiss breathless, took a large breath that all but caused her breasts to spill out over her tightly laced bodice.
"Arron, you're my hero -" she stood back. "- you're the town's hero." She gave him another squeeze then whispered in his ear. "Oh I wish I was ten years younger." She wiggled against his thigh. "Oh, you make me all hot and bothered." She giggled.
Arron's cheeks started to heat up. "Jerina!"
She giggled again, patted his cheek, turned and took his arm. "We are going to see the town elders and get you confirmed officially as a Hero of Harcross." She leaned close again. "And they can bloody well up your stipend as well, tight bastards!"
"How do you know what the commander's stipend is?" Arron asked, attempting to keep the edge of suspicion from his voice.
"Now Arron, you're not the first commander I have known." She winked at him. "The previous incumbent and I were very close once you know, when I was very young and impressionable and he had not become the drunkard he is now." She smiled up at him and strode with him arm in arm through the streets to the town hall, parting the crowds with a glare.
Arron hoped that after a few days things would die down and life would return to normal, but it was not to be. Ten days after the battle, Arron was sat in his office working through the inevitable paperwork of command when the desk officer knocked on his open door.
"Sir there is a messenger from the Royal Court of Halcyon to see you."
Oh bugger, what does he want? "All right, please send him up."
Moments later a tall man in dusty leather appeared at his door, saluted and strode to his desk. "Captain Arron?"
"Yes?" Arron indicated the chair in front of his desk. The messenger remained standing. "Sir, your presence is requested at the Royal Court in three days. He handed Arron a sealed letter, saluted again and left.
Arron turned the letter over in his hands. The envelope was fine linen paper sealed with the Royal seal of Halcyon. Arron sighed, "Oh well, so much for keeping a low profile." He stood and walked to the window overlooking the empty parade ground, broke the ornate seal and read the letter. It basically repeated what the messenger had already told him. He was commanded to attend a meeting with the King and his generals three days from today, which meant he had to leave immediately.
He summoned Jerros, and the sergeant walked into his office a few minutes later and saluted. Arron turned from the window. "Jerros, I have been summoned to the Royal Court in Halcyon for a meeting with the King."
Jerros beamed. "Congratulations sir, that is wonderful news."
"Humm ... well I'm not so sure, Jerros, they will probably want me to do something else, and to be honest I'm quite happy here."
"You are much too good to waste away in this backwater, Arron. If they have a new job for you that will make full use of your leadership and tactical skills, then I for one would applaud it. But if you are transferred then may I respectively request to accompany you? After all, you will need someone to watch your back, especially in the Court of the King."
"Would you not prefer to stay and command the guard, Jerros?"
The old sergeant shook his head. "No thank you, sir, I would much rather stay with you."
Arron regarded the sergeant. "Can you stand in for me while I'm away Jerros?"
"Yes sir, of course, no problem."
"Good, I will be away about seven days, maybe longer if they keep me there for meetings or whatever they want from me." Arron looked at his desk. "You know everything that is going on at the moment, Jerros, it is all routine and hopefully you won't have any problems while I'm gone."
"No sir. Now don't worry, and enjoy your trip. Is it your first time to the city?"
"Yes Jerros."
"Be careful of the politics, and good luck."
"Thanks."
Arron left the office to pack, then hurried down to the stables and saddled his marvark. He wore his travel leather and sword belt, acutely aware he had no such thing as a dress uniform or smart clothes suitable for wearing when meeting the King. As the timing of the meeting left him no time to purchase anything they would just have to accept him as he was.
He stopped at village hotels on the journey and found that his five minutes of fame preceded him. He was welcomed at each village inn, was brought drinks in the bar and found he did not have to pay. His hair and eye color preceded him, and he had no chance of traveling incognito. Still, he thought, at least I'm fitting in with the locals. He did wonder what his superiors in the Intelligence Corps would say if they could see him, traveling like a celebrity to an audience with the King.
He arrived at the City of Halcyon late on the third morning. His audience was scheduled for the afternoon so he had plenty of time. When he reached the city gates the guard recognized him and organized an escort through the city to the palace. He idly wondered if his hair color was a blessing or a curse.
The queue for drinks at the bar melted away as soon as Minara bared her teeth. Filed teeth marked her out as a failure, but she had learnt that generally, people both male and female, regarded her and others like her with fear. For some it was justified, and the woman she had come to meet had a reputation as a ruthless bounty hunter and pirate. Some of the things she was reported to have done were justified, some, Minara suspected, were meant to enhance her fearsome reputation. Minara...
Arron had used the culvert to gain access to the castle grounds for a second night. He was half expecting to have to use one of the other secret entrances but he was amazed nothing had changed. He envisaged the Grojan's would use the royal quarters, and since he had warned them of his intensions he hoped they would stay close together. Ideal from his point of view, because he knew all the secret passages in the royal residence. He hoped one was sleeping in what had been the Princess's bed...
The final section of the path to his hideaway cottage was treacherous. Arron picked his way with care. He had left it like that on purpose, to dissuade visitors. The little fisherman's cottage he had purchased was originally built with only access by boat. To ensure it remained secure, and just in case he needed to open the door when he didn't have a key, he had adapted part of his defunct radio transmitter case. The case had been secured with a thumb print lock. He had stripped the lock...
The next three days dragged as Arron kicked his heals waiting for a reply from the King of Terfain. He left the Guard building for a safe house on the outskirts of the city in the rundown poor quarter as he wanted to avoid being recognized. The fair-haired General of the Halcyon Western Army was as infamous in Matheros as he was famous in Halcyon. He was relying on the fact he was infamous in Terfain as well for his plan to work. With time on his hands he considered what Minara had told him....
At least the food they had been giving her was good, although the facilities left a lot to be desired. Minara had to put her chamber pot by the cell door hatch at first light or it would not be emptied and she had no washing facilities. By the ninth day she really, really, needed a bath. When they had come for her, whoever they were, she had been woken with a sword at her throat. There was no sign of Arron and she noticed his clothes and weapons had gone. She had sat up slowly then swung her...
Arron had started to pick his way over the bodies when he noticed Minara pause. "Wait, Arron, there is one here, still alive." She kicked a body and it moved. "Stop playing dead, animal!" She stood and pulled up her skirts, revealing long shapely legs. She hitched them up to her thighs. Arron stared at the creamy smoothness of her skin, and he sensed the beast within stir. "Minara stop! It won't take much to tip me over the edge again." She smiled, revealing her filed teeth, and drew...
They ate from the supplies left in the shack to save their own. They were both ravenous after their lovemaking. They hid the bandit's bodies in the trees. Fresh mounts were corralled in a small pen behind the trees out of sight of anyone moving along the road in any direction. Arron noticed Minara wince with pain as she settled sat in the saddle. He allowed her to set the pace and noticed her tendency to press forward had abated somewhat. "I assume that was your marvark I saw dead a few...
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The journey back proved largely uneventful. The tales of horror and cruelty coming out of Halcyon city had at least abated and things had settled to an uneasy peace. The Grojans, from what he could ascertain, were replacing people from the previous government with lackeys of their own. People with no particular skill, but who had sworn allegiance to them, mostly criminals and dropouts who could feather their own nests by sucking up to the new regime. Of the young King and Queen, other than...
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Arron fingered his high collar and shifted his feet. He stood with his three senior officers, his dress uniform stiff and uncomfortable. They were first in line waiting for the King and Princess to arrive. He looked at the sea of faces beyond the line of officials and dignitaries facing them, the somber gray and blue dress of the males and the vibrant colors of the females' long dresses. It reminded him of films he had seen as a child of a fourteenth century ball on earth. He had become used...
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The carriage rattled along the cobbled street, the leather and wood suspension barely isolating Minara from the uneven surface, the early morning light only just illuminating the still deserted city streets. It would be another hour before the traders would be opening their shops and the market holders advertising their wares, each adding to the noise and bustle common in cities everywhere. She yawned, and her mind wondered to the previous night, and she smiled to herself as warmth suffused...
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