I HAD TRAVELED in the forest for two days, riding during light until my back ached, then, once it was dark, curling up in the brush, my mind racing1 as I drifted off to a troubled sleep. I dwelled on many things. The friends I had left behind. Emilie's safety. What I would do when I got to Bord, still two days' ride away.
I had just finished a few bites of bread and cheese that morning and was preparing to go on my way when I became aware of the slow advance of a rider approaching from behind.
I ducked behind a tree and took out my knife.
Gradually a single rider clip-clopped into view. A churchman, a friar, perhaps, covered in his burlap hood2, riding by himself through dangerous woods.
I relaxed and stepped out from my cover. You must be either foolishly brave to chance these woods alone, Father, I called to the advancing shape, or just as foolishly drunk.
The churchman stopped. That's an unusual warning, he replied from under his hood, coming from a man in a patchwork3 skirt.
To my shock, the voice was familiar!
He lifted his hood, and I saw it was Father Leo, with a smile the width of his face. What are you doing here? I exclaimed.
I thought a man on a mission like yours might need his soul tended to. He sighed, struggling to get off his mount. I hope you don't mind.
Mind? I'm delighted to have the company, old friend.
I knew it was a risk, the priest said, brushing dust off his robe. Truth is, it's taken me so long to find a true sign from God, I couldn't bear being separated from the lance.
I laughed and helped him brush off the road dirt. You look tired, Father. Drink.
I handed Father Leo my calfskin and he tilted4 it back. We will make quite an army when we get to Bord. I smiled. The fool and the priest.
Yes, the priest said and wiped his mouth, very imposing5. I knew we would frighten no one, so I hope you don't mind that I asked along a friend.
A friend... ?
From down the road, the hoofbeats of another rider could be heard, and as he came close, I blinked twice and realized it was Alphonse. The lad trotted6 up to me dressed for battle. He flashed me his shy, awkward smile.
You two are crazy, I said.
Dressed as you are, marching to attack the castle at Bord alone, and you call us crazy? muttered Father Leo.
Well, now we are three fools. I grinned, my heart warmed.
No. Alphonse sniffed7 and shook his head. No, we are not.
Got anything good to eat? another voice called from the forest. Anything sounds good after these squirrels and lizards8 I've been chasing.
Odo!
I looked at the smith, dressed in his leather armor, carrying his mallet9, one of Baldwin's purple and white cloaks slung10 around him. I knew you must be behind this, I said, attempting to look stern.
Nah. Odo grinned. He indicated with his head. It washim.
Behind him, the miller11 thrashed his way out of the woods.
I told you this wasmy fight, I protested, feigning12 anger.
You also told us we werefree , Odo shot back. So I figure this ismy choice.
I faltered13. I put you in charge, Georges. I left you with Baldwin. And four hundred men.
So you did, didn't you? The miller winked14.
From down the road, the heavy rumble15 of footsteps now rose in my ears. Many people, marching. From around a bend, the first of them came into view. It was Alois, from Morrisaey, and three of his townsmen, carrying their axes and shields.
The column grew. Alois's four turned into forty. Then forty more. Faces I recognized. From Morrisaey, Moulin Vieux, Sur le Gavre. Some on horses, others on foot. Their faces rugged16, silent, proud. A lump caught in my throat. I didn't speak. They kept coming, line after line, men who still believed in me. Who had nothing left but their souls.
Then, on a pale stallion, bound like a sack of wheat, I sawBaldwin. And his chatelain close behind.
I could not believe what I was seeing!
They all came? All four hundred? I asked Alois.
He shook his head. Four hundred andfour. He grinned. If the Freemasons came along.
Odo said to me, We figured, if our souls are fucked anyway, what do we have to lose?
My heart almost exploded with pride. I stood there watching the column grow and grow. Feeling the common heart of these men. Some called out to say hello, Hey, General, good to see you again. Others simply nodded, many I did not know by name. When the end of the column came in sight, it was trailed by four scruffy17 men hurrying to keep up, hoisting18 a white banner with an eye painted on it-the sign of the Freemason society.
I mouthed Thank you to Odo and Georges, the words sticking in my throat. I wanted to tell them how proud I was of them. Of everyone.
I merely put my hand on the miller's shoulder.
Guess we're going to Bord, Odo said with a shrug19, and I nodded, watching the column as it stretched down the road.
You better have a real plan if you want to take this place, he muttered.
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