“We have food, shelter,” Frederick murmured. He ticked off a few items from his checklist as he surveyed the jumble of people, things, and creatures before him.
“Is all well, sir?” Joseph threw down a sack of flour, one that Dane had donated to the cause. Frederick still could not wrap his mind around the man and his mysterious ways. But Fredrick was far too busy with the maze of organizing this menagerie of people for sleeping tonight.
“Is all well, sir?” Joseph threw down a sack of flour, one that Dane had donated to the cause. Frederick still could not wrap his mind around the man and his mysterious ways. But Fredrick was far too busy with the maze of organizing this menagerie of people for sleeping tonight.
“Right, yes,” he nodded. “I’m no sir, though. Just a man.”
“Yes, sir,” Joseph nodded. It seemed as though Joseph was not the type to be swayed.
“Do you think we’ll see a fight on the road then?” Frederick asked. When Joseph frowned slightly, he continued, “Your mail caught my eye under your tunic.”
“Oh. It was my father’s and I couldn’t leave it behind.”
“I say it looks well on you. Was he part of the city guard?” Frederick had to keep himself from going further from his words when he examined the fine make of the chainmail. The boy’s answer made him tighten his hands on the sheaf of paper. “Ah, the Duke’s guard. Fine position.” And he said no more.
Joseph left soon after, perhaps sensing Frederick’s quiet seething. He had no kind feelings on the matters of the Duke, nor the man himself. He was sickly madman who had caused the city to become unwell.
He watched as Joseph loped away at the call of another boy further down the camp. He easily dodged the blonde girl, Anne, possibly, as she carried water and leapt over the pile of firewood for the fire tonight. He came to a stop at the presence of the dark haired boy who had called. Edward or Alistair, Frederick couldn't remembered.
Nevertheless as the two boys, or young men, spoke, Frederick watched. They had more innocence than he remembered having at the time. Joseph had no particular feeling on the Duke, or he was talented at hiding them. Aye, the young man seemed well enough, but Frederick was concerned for the future even though he was going to be far from the Duke’s influence.
“Yes, sir,” Joseph nodded. It seemed as though Joseph was not the type to be swayed.
“Do you think we’ll see a fight on the road then?” Frederick asked. When Joseph frowned slightly, he continued, “Your mail caught my eye under your tunic.”
“Oh. It was my father’s and I couldn’t leave it behind.”
“I say it looks well on you. Was he part of the city guard?” Frederick had to keep himself from going further from his words when he examined the fine make of the chainmail. The boy’s answer made him tighten his hands on the sheaf of paper. “Ah, the Duke’s guard. Fine position.” And he said no more.
Joseph left soon after, perhaps sensing Frederick’s quiet seething. He had no kind feelings on the matters of the Duke, nor the man himself. He was sickly madman who had caused the city to become unwell.
He watched as Joseph loped away at the call of another boy further down the camp. He easily dodged the blonde girl, Anne, possibly, as she carried water and leapt over the pile of firewood for the fire tonight. He came to a stop at the presence of the dark haired boy who had called. Edward or Alistair, Frederick couldn't remembered.
Nevertheless as the two boys, or young men, spoke, Frederick watched. They had more innocence than he remembered having at the time. Joseph had no particular feeling on the Duke, or he was talented at hiding them. Aye, the young man seemed well enough, but Frederick was concerned for the future even though he was going to be far from the Duke’s influence.