Lenalian Plateau
We were getting close. The distance between the Eagrose Castle and Ziekden Fortress that we crossed was shorter than I seemed to remember. But there she was again, Milleuda Folles. They had no other choice than to fight; I heard her say to her company. It must have been a sign that she knew she was going to fall here.
We hadn’t had much training as archers. The Mandalia Plains were empty – probably for all the goblins we’d hunted before. Surely they were utterly terrified of that merry band of squires wrecking the goblins’ entire livelihood just to get some experience under their belts. They had stayed well away when we had crossed them. So we had no other choice than to head on towards Ziekden Fortress, hopefully with luck on our side.
But, of course, instead of luck, we met Milleuda again. And though the battle was fierce, she fell to one of Ramza’s arrows swiftly. She hadn’t listened to reason. Surely we could help her bring her plea to the Order? Ramza’s brother was lauded as a hero, they would listen to him, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. To her, there was only freedom or death… Such a sad notion.
6 Gemini
Freedom or death. Milleuda had chosen the latter. And now Delita was in an existential crisis. He understood her, and he had as much a hand in her death as all of us did. It didn’t seem fair.
As we returned to Gariland to come to our senses, I decided to treat Delita to a good pint in the local tavern. After all, he looked like he needed one. His sister was still in the hands of the Corpse Brigade, and he had just had a hand in killing one of its officials. And he kept wondering which side we were on…
If only I knew, Delita.
I am Bathsua, questioning my existence, and these are my memoirs.
Memoirs of a squire 