Leo didn’t like failure. He didn’t take failure well. That was his nature; which was exactly why he was now steaming with anger. He watched Brian ride through the lines of his guards, as if he did it every day. Leo growled in anger. A prisoner had escaped from him… Here on the head man’s hill.
No one ever escaped from the head man’s hill! he thought. Though Brian had always been the first at many things.
He turned to the guard commander. At least he had a means for a pay back.
“Commander, signal the southern troops, at the capital. They are to turn back immediately. Understood?”
The commander saluted with a hand raised forward. “Understood, your lordship.”
The commander walked away from Leo to a man with many small cages. They chatted for a time, and finally the commander returned with a message hawk sitting upon his hand.
The hawk studied Leo for a few seconds intensively. Leo was a stubby man, with a black goatee. But even though he didn't seem all that threatening, he had the coldest stare one could imagine, and could stare down an owl… hawks were even easier.
The bird lowered its head.
“Give it the message,” Leo hasted the man. He was thumping his foot impatiently.
“Aye, aye,” answered the commander, and leaned his head closer to the hawk and whispered a few words into its ear, before he tied a piece of paper to its leg.
Leo allowed himself a small smile. At least there is one person here who knows what to do. The commander leaned back from the bird and lifted his hand. The bird took off with surprising elegance. Spreading its wings wide, rising with only a few flaps, and was gone before neither the commander or Leo could say another word.
Leo stopped smiling as he turned to the commander. “See to the wounded and send a human messenger to the capital… I don’t trust those birds too much,” there are so many ways that the message can go “missing” that I won’t risk it. He thought “Send Oriel, he’s fast enough. Then gather the rest.”
The guardsman lifted his hand for another salute before he asked in a low voice: “Where are we headed?”
Leo tried to look passive, he spoke in a low voice. “I won’t let him get away from me this time, Peter. I can’t, and you know it.”
The grizzled guardsman shook his head. “I still don’t like this. He has always been a man with some kind of a back up plan.”
“He may have, but I am not worried. We’re going to Preacher's grove… And that’s an order,” he let his voice rise to indicate that the little conversation is over. The commander grimaced. “I still think this is a bad idea, Leo,” he insisted.
“If you think it’s that bad of an idea, you’re free to leave.”
Peter shook his head. Leo gave him a cold look “Then do as I say, and it’s `your lordship´ to you.”
Peter ended his salute stiffly and turned to his task at hand, bellowing his orders so that every poor soul could hear it within miles reach.
Leo turned to look at where Brian had ridden away from the head man’s hill. This time you aren’t going to be able to run.
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