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Waiting
Sometimes a desire of glory turns into an hopeless obsession
Finally, I’ll prove my worth.
We’re camped northwest of Katheran, right where the enemy would never expect an ambush.
The road passes between two hills and narrows near the river. When the enemy army arrives, they won’t have room to deploy. The archers will strike from above, and the men hidden in the trees, supporting them, will cut off their escape route.
The battle will last only a few minutes, without casualties and, above all,
without mercy.
We’ve been communicating only through signals for days, to practice and be ready for an ambush. One hand signal to warn, two to prepare, and three to attack.
No one has spoken for days, and who can blame them? No one trusts anyone.
We sleep fully dressed, with our weapons at our side, eating dried meat and drinking water from the river.
They will arrive.
We will return home covered in glory.
The king will pronounce our names before the court, and the children will study our strategy in their books; we will be treated like heroes. The battle will be recounted for generations, and I will finally have a castle and the agricultural lands…
