Brian and the cavalry had set camp into a swamp, halfway to Preacher’s grove. He had got a tent of his own, but most of the other men had to share theirs with someone else.
Brian was in his tent, beside a mattress, putting on iron-ring armor.
He was just about to tie his sword onto his waist when he heard shuffling. Rex stepped into the tent, and saluted.
“Yes Rex, what is it?”
Rex looked nervous, he normally didn’t… it didn’t fit his character. He held his bucket helmet onto his side with one hand.
“Umm, Captain-“
“No need to be formal, Rex. Speak your mind,” Brian interrupted.
He gave Brian an awkward grin. “Well then. Umm, so Brian…”
“Yes?”
“I was just wondering…” he trailed off.
“Come on Rex, you know you can speak to me. What is it?” Brian stopped putting on the armor and seath, and tapped his fingers impatiently onto it. Rex nodded and cleared his throat.
“Brian… Have you truly gone against the crown?”
Heavy silence fell upon the men. The dab of the raindrops against the tent and the normal chattering of the soldiers outside were the only sounds present. The moment stretched and stretched until Brian broke the backbreaking silence.
“Yes.”
Rex grimaced. “Why?”
Brian finished tying my sheath on. “Eberas,” he answered. Rex’s face was covered by a shadow.
“After what happened at Eberas-” Brian murmured. Rex didn’t lift his head.
“I hope you'll understand,” Brian said.
“I do… But still-” he shook his head. “That is in the past,” he tried to look happy, but he couldn’t have tricked a fish.
“Will you follow me?” Brian asked.
Rex lifted his hand in a salute that was all but too familiar by now.
“Forever,” he whispered.
Brian saluted back. “Forever,” he answered. “Ready the men, we leave in the evening.”
