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towards Kumia. Tristan’s soldiers slew the
last giant as the dragons made sure that whatever squads were brave
enough to stick around, ended up on fire or eaten.
     
    Slowly Tristan’s forces cleared the area as
they moved forward to occupy the fort. The moment Tristan entered
the fort he sent for one of his better commanders, Colonel Yeris,
as he stripped off his gloves and sat in the main chamber. It had
been cleverly built, and Tristan was thankful he hadn’t tried to
take it by force. What looked like a simple wood and stone fort was
in fact reinforced with long thin poles of iron that appeared to
make the walls almost impossible to collapse.
    He was thinking of its construction and what
could be accomplished if he could figure out how they fired the
iron poles and kept their strength when Yeris knocked and entered
the chamber. Serving almost a year together had created the kind of
simple discussions that the Prince had enjoyed with Captain
Robertson. The Colonel motioned to a seat in front of Tristan, and
with a nod from the Prince; sat down.
    “You sent for me?” Yeris asked.
    “Yes.” Tristan began. A servant came in with
some water and jerked beef, placed it on the table between them and
quickly departed with a bow. “Winter should be here in a few weeks
I’m told.” The Prince said. “I’m going leave you with some
messenger pigeons, and the bulk of the army.” He explained.
    “Where are you off to my Lord?” He asked
formally. Yeris did this when he was uncomfortable with orders; he
reverted to guard respect least his annoyance show.
    Tristan sighed dramatically. “I need a
vacation. I haven’t left the lines in almost a year and I’m getting
sloppy.” He admitted.
    The Colonel began to object. Tristan cut him
off before he could get started.
    “I’m putting you in charge, keep vigil over
the fort and its surroundings.” He ordered. “They’ll regroup for
the winter, we bloodied them horribly today.” He explained more
calmly. “If you need anything, send a fast rider or a homing pigeon
to Duke Kevin.” Tristan said finally.
     
    He leaned back in the chair and allowed his
chin to drop onto his chest. Almost instantly he passed out of
exhaustion, days of fighting with little sleep and several wounds
finally took their toll.
    ~
     
    Tristan passed in and out of consciousness
for the next week. On the second day he awoke freezing cold, his
teeth chattered loudly and he wasn’t able to move his body so he
could curl up. A warm body pressed reassuringly next to him and he
was briefly aware of the smell of lilac before he sighed deeply and
passed out again.
     
    ~
     
    The Princes eyes opened slowly. He tried to
wipe the sand from his eyes only to find that his arms were bound
to the bed. He struggled uselessly as he tried to roll over and
found that his legs were likewise bound. Outside of the room he
could hear three people talking loudly.
    “His fever broke this morning.” A familiar
female voice said.
    “Has he woken up yet?” His brother asked.
    “Not for the last two days.” Alison replied
quietly.
    Tristan’s throat was dry and he was quickly
becoming irritated at being tied down. “He’s up now!” He shouted
hoarsely.
    The door flew open admitting Kevin, Alison
and the matron of their son, Maggie. The young servant rushed
forward and made herself busy checking over his dressing. Finally
assured that her handiwork was still in place she began untying his
restraints. Kevin looked down at his brother, smiling warmly while
his wife looked curiously relieved at his side.
    “What happened?” Tristan asked, his voice
cracking slightly.
    “You took an arrow in the side little
brother.” His brother chuckled. “How you couldn’t feel it while you
occupied the fort is beyond me.” He observed.
    “Kevin rode you like mad back to Kenting.”
Alison explained; her face still white with fear. “I was afraid he
might have done more harm than good.” She concluded, casting him