Chapter 9 : The King’s Audience
“So, the king of yours that we are going to meet, what kind of man is he?” Leo asked.
“He is a great man,” Frivlus said, “whose knowledge is wide. He is also fair and straightforward person, and also liked such kind of person, for he himself is also one. If you have anything to say, speak freely, however, you must remember that he is still a king, and if there is any disrespect from you,” at this his voice grew sterner, “I shall personally make you realize your mistake.”
“We won’t forget.” Tom said.
They keep walking until they reached the refugee camp once more. At here, Frivlus take another path through the camp, with Tom and Leo at his tail. They walked on until they reached what seems to be a large encampment, and Frivlus led them to the largest tent in that encampment. The tent is guarded by several soldiers. Frivlus signaled them to go in after him.
“Remember, you may speak anything, but keep your manner.”
They walked in, and a man beside the tent suddenly shouted “announcing the coming of Captain Frivlus and the two prisoners!” Leo wanted to tell off the man for calling them prisoners, but Tom stomped his foot first, causing Leo to give a muffled groan. “Let it be, Leo!” Tom said.
Leo muttered something about injustice, but nobody heard him, except Tom, who in turn hissed “have you forgotten what Frivlus told us? Keep your manner!” Leo said nothing, and they move on until they are in front of a man who sits in a rather grand chair. This man seem to be pretty old already, maybe around forty or fifty, his hair is white, and around his face there are many sign of old age. But his eyes seem to shine brightly as he eyed them both. Beside this man are two more soldiers who wear uniform similar to one that Frivlus wears.
“My lord, your humble servant has brings the two men in question. They await your decision on both of them.” Frivlus said, while bowing.
“Yes, back to your post, captain. I want to question them myself.” the man said, and stands from his chair. He gazed at them intently, as if trying to look into them, while Frivlus retreated from there.
“Your names are…?” the man said.
“I am Tom Burfoot.”
“I am Leo Baldric.”
The man gazed at them intently again, before saying “I am Reynold Locksley, lord of this city. I heard from my captain that you are from Levogard, is that true?”
“Yes.”
“I have heard your story a little from my captain, but I wished to know more. Would you mind telling me how you ended up in here?”
“Not at all.” And they begin to tell their story again, just like what they have told to Frivlus and Lorenze. Lord Locksley listened intently, his eyes fixed onto both of them. After they finished the story, Lord Locksley gazed on them emptily, as if in his own thought.
“Your tale that you have told. . . They are very interesting. If it is true, we may be facing some very great peril in times ahead. Yet I see no lie in your eyes, and without boasting about myself, I seldom fail to recognize a lie. Yes, I can see that you tell the truth.”
At this word, Tom and Leo brighten up. If the king believe them, there should not be any problem anymore.
Lord Locksley continued.
“You have come across some very great adventure, filled with loss and regret. For that, I feel sorry for you all. If there is anything in my realm that can reduce your loss, just say it. I will try my best to fulfill it. In the meantime, if you feel that your need for revenge are too overwhelming, I am always pleased to welcome two of such a find soldier into my rank.”
At this word Tom said, “Please, kind lord. Just by believing our story, you have done a very great deed for us, these two humble men who have lost his home city. You even welcome us into your army, giving us a chance to satisfy a little our hunger for revenge. But please, can you give us some time to consider this generous offer?”
“Yes, please take your time, and discuss with Leo for a while. If you need a private space. . . “
“No, kind sir. We will just do it here. In the corner maybe, if you allow”
“A place that I will not suggest to my guest, but if you think that is the best, so be it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Tom and Leo walked to the corner of the tent. The guard that is standing there makes his move away from there, giving Leo and Tom a quite large private space.
“Well, Leo. . . What do you think?”
“I don’t know, but if I knew you well enough, I daresay that you are really interested in his offer, don’t you?”
“Yes, the offer is really good. Think about it. We have a place to recuperate our wound. We got supply of food by becoming his soldiers, even if just for a while. And if Hagol passed this region, just like what we did and I am pretty sure he will, we will surely know. Look at what happened to us when we passed this place.”
“Yes, I see what you mean. And personally, I will welcome a fight or two with those Scrown Purist Army once more. My hand twitches at the thought of meeting them again. Don’t you feel it too, Tom? A desire inside that is burning so strong?”
“Yes, I do. I just can’t forget them, even thought I know killing them won’t bring back my family. . . Still, this feels like a right thing to do. This anger and madness. . . Will never subside as long as Renshaw is still alive!”
“Yes, well. . . You told him then?”
“Ok, I will”
“Fine by me then. Let’s do it.”
So Tom and Leo walked back to their place, in front of Lord Locksley.
Tom says, “We have decided.”
“And what is your decision?” Lord Locksley asked them.
Both Tom and Leo knelled.
“I, Tom Burfoot, place my strength and my soul for you, milord!”
“I, Leo Baldric, place my strength and soul for you, milord!”
“And I shall receive your service. May you serve with great loyalty and honor, and prove yourself as a bane for my enemies. Rise now, my good warrior.”
Tom and Leo stand again.
“I place you both under the command of Captain Frivlus. Now, you shall come with Frivlus to the armory. He will provide you with the suitable gears.”
“Yes, milord.”
Lord Locksley nodded to them, and then signaled Frivlus to bring them to the armory.
They made their way to the armory, which is located near the edge of the camp. The armory is a small workshop, where several blacksmiths are making weapons and armors, and beside the workshop is a small tent where the gears are stored.
“So, we will be fighting together. I look forward to see your ability in combat.” Frivlus said.
“We won’t disappoint you.”
“Go into the tent, and pick the gears of your liking. I will brief you two when you are all dressed up.”
