Ducal ShoesA Chapter by Eddie DavisAs Aurei recovers from her breakdown, her friends deal with ducal problems, including bandits from the south.45. Ducal Shoes
“Marauders?
From where?” Eleazar asked as he
sat at a table in the sitting room next to the bedroom where Aurei slept. The messenger, dust covered and weary gestured
toward the south, “From the badlands to the west of
“So these Marauders were pressed out by the
Imperial Legions when they marched north to attack Northmarch?” “That is what we believe, m’Lord. They were about 300 in number when they
first appeared. They attacked Fulton Springs
two days ago.” “How large is Fulton Springs?” “It is - or was- a small village of about 100,
m’Lord. Peaceful farmers mostly. The village is about 70 miles northwest of
the badlands. They rode in by night and
ransacked the town. Killed, raped and
burned everything they didn’t plunder.
A few escaped through the fields and lived to tell the tale.” “How were they armed?” “Lightly, m’Lord. They’re horsemen, so mostly bows and
swords. They wear lightweight armor.” “If they were displaced by the legions, did they
take their women and children with them?” “Yes, m’Lord, they rode with them and
participated in the same atrocities.
They burned the town to the ground and even the fields were put to the
torch.” “What direction did they go next?” Eleazar asked, growing more and more concerned
and already planning an expedition against them. “They rode due west toward Muddleford and
attacked it the following evening. The
villagers were more prepared and put up a spirited defense, but they destroyed
most of the town here too. About 200 of
our archers reached Muddleford late in the attack and their arrival drew them
away. We counted 22 of the vandals
dead.” “They rode back east and then circled to the
north and around Muddleford. We knew
they wouldn’t ride to Dullerm as the rest of the archers not with Duke and
Duchess Frampbrum were still guarding the city. Besides, the city was far too large for them
to attack.”
“So where did they go, then?” “They turned northwest and attacked Shief last night. Our archers had foreseen this and we had
about 500 around the town, which is all that remained except for perhaps 100
remaining in Dullerm. They were
concealed and we thought we’d rout them easily, m’Lord.” “They attacked, as usual, at sunset, but it was
only a small force of perhaps 50 men.
They played cat and mouse with us for perhaps an hour and then
withdrew. We didn’t know if this was an
advanced scout patrol, so we held our position, but by the middle of the night
our own scouts reported that the greater force had detoured around Shief and
were heading northwest toward Westmark.
I was dispatched to come warn the Duchess and to also report to her.” “We received messengers from the King that our
Duke and Duchess as well as their sons and grandsons had been killed. The King’s message told us that Duchess
Bugley and Earl Coldburn would be our new Lords, through their stewards.”
Eleazar nodded, “That’s correct; you acted
correctly. Did you encounter the
marauders on your journey here?” “No, m’Lord, because I circled around them and
rode hard. There should be about 200 of
them and as they rode all through the night and much of today, I would be
surprised to find them attacking Kendill’s Rest tonight, m’Lord.”
“I hope you are right; but they may think your
archers are pursuing them and if that is the case, they may press an attack for
supplies, and then continue on north rather then waiting for the alarm to be
sounded in Westmark.” “Earl Coldburn, what do you wish me to do?” “Rest; you have ridden hard to warn us, and we
are in your debt. Go below and have
something to eat. I will have the
guards prepare a bunk for you.” “M’Lord, I could ride with your men if you need
me.” “That is very noble of you, I thank you for your
offer, but I should have enough. Take
your rest, for you have done well.” “Thank you, m’Lord.” The Messenger bowed to him and turned and
left the chamber. Eleazar stood up and scratched his head as he
pondered his alternatives. But only for
a moment before going to the door to the stairwell and calling for the guards.
***
An hour later, 14 armored knights thundered out
of Westmark, led by the Earl of Coldburn.
From a window in the ducal keep, Zeatt watched them go with nervousness,
for she wished she could ride with them.
“Zeatt?”
A voice came from the stairs. It
was Eioldth, a bit winded from the walk up the stairs. “Your Majesty, how are you?” “A bit out of breath at the moment,” She smiled,
her hands on her belly, “I see that Eleazar, Alvis, Aeric and Alis are off.” “Yes, they just rode through the gate. I tried to convince the newlyweds to stay
here. They would have none of it. They have not even consummated their
marriage yet.” “They told you that?” The Queen asked with a laugh, amazed. “I asked them --- Consummation is the actual
completion of the rite of marriage in the church and it worries me that they
have had to wait so long.” “Why?” “It is to all be part of
the same day, part of the ceremony. It
is supposed to be a conclusion of the joy of the wedding ceremony and the
wedding feast.” “I’m sure they will get
around to it as soon as things settle down.” “I just hope none of them
are injured or killed in this action against the bandits.” Eioldth frowned, “Yes, it
has been rather eventful the past week, hasn’t it?” “Yes, and I’m concerned
about the effects of this stress on your pregnancy as well as Siris and her
unborn baby.” “Do not worry about me,
Zeatt, my child and I are fine.” “You need rest, Your
Majesty, and there seems to be no rest to be found here.” “It is a pleasant place to
stay; I greatly enjoy this city, Zeatt.
I think just the atmosphere will revitalize me. I came to ask you something.” “What?” “Well, with Aurei resting
and Alis gone with the Knights, there seems to be a shortage of barmaids at the
Muddy Boot.” “There is Brandi, Krys and
even Rori.”
“Yes, but Brandi and Krys
are filling in for the cooks, who went to King’s Reach to check on family
members after the battle. That would
leave Rori and as the “I see. So what does that have to do with me?” Eioldth smiled brightly,
“How would you like to join Siris and me as a substitute tavern wench?”
The Drow Matron just looked
at her as if the Queen had lost her mind.
She waited for her to laugh and tell her that she jested, but the Queen
just looked at her expectedly. “You’re serious?” “Oh yes! I thought it might be fun!” “Fun? To wait on tables? Your Majesty, you are the Queen!” “Well hopefully the patrons
won’t get handsy with me.” Zeatt shook her head in
disbelief, “But you’re pregnant… and Siris is even further along than you are!” Eioldth shrugged, with a
girlish look in her eyes, “Well, we probably won’t get very large tips…” Zeatt could not help but
laugh at the craziness of the idea. “You really mean to do
this?” “Zeatt, you just told me
that I need to rest and I am not the type to just sit quietly. I enjoy moving around and being among
people. Believe it or not, this will be
very relaxing to me. I haven’t done
something as mundane as this in many years and it really intrigues me. Siris has apparently filled in a few times
at the Muddy Boot over the years, so she readily agreed.”
Zeatt just shook her head
again, “It is going to be an absolutely unbelievable evening at the inn; a
pregnant Orc, a Drow High Cleric of Yesh, and the pregnant Elven Queen, waiting
tables. When the merchants tell this
tale at their next stop, nobody will believe them.”
“So you will do it then?” The Queen asked. “What will we wear?” Zeatt pondered, but the Queen had all the
details covered, and soon both Elven ladies were preparing for their new job.
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