Post by Kasimir on Feb 27, 2008 18:12:23 GMT -5
Kasimir stood on a ridge, thousands of men, horses, livestock and small pitched tents stood below him, men moving about, talking to each other about the events. There were also some women, wishing that the Gods stay with their husbands, fathers and children in the terrible future that lay ahead. Kasimir, however, stood, then paced, then stood still again, still fuming at the news he had just heard. "How long until the army is all here and ready to depart?" Kasimir asked. The reply came hesitantly, "Three days, Kynaz." Kasimir rounded, angry, taking it out on the world. "Then leave the last 200,000 men here to defend our homes. The rest of the army moves out tomorrow morning." Kasimir turned his back again and sat on the ridge, staring out at his army. This would teach them to lie to the Kynaz of all the Slavic people, this would teach them; Backstabbers are ultimately destroyed and only the honourable remain standing, because they keep their friends. "I shall order it at once, Kynaz." One of Kasimir's generals said, and quickly moved off the ridge, down to the camp below. "With our mobility, it will not take long before we reach our destination. And then they will pay with their lives!" As Kasimir spoke, his voice raised, eventually climaxing with an angry yell over the camp, drowned in the clamour of 800,000 men and horses beneath the ridge.