Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
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When the 4,000 knights (a mixture of Elite, Faithful, and Lesser) hit the Siullans from the<br />
rear, we thought at first that the sky had opened and delivered the angels of Kattriya to save us.<br />
Our knights laid into the Siullans with a bloody will, avenging our losses and pain with a fanatic<br />
fervor. Although their defeat was inevitable, the Siullans fought to their last breath, determined<br />
not to surrender to our dubious mercies. Of course, we were in no mood to show mercy. We<br />
slaughtered them wherever we found them. It was a grim night’s work.<br />
By morning, we had established hospitals for the soldiers wounded in the terror attack,<br />
and the knights had volunteered for the dangerous work of clearing the tunnels. Bloodlust was in<br />
their eyes, and Hawkins was wise enough to allow them free rein in exorcising it. <strong>The</strong> Knights<br />
Elite of the Third had taken heavy losses in the attack, more so than any other unit; they had set<br />
up their command camp directly over a lode of underground explosives, and the limbs of a good<br />
portion of them were strewn over the landscape when the attack began. <strong>The</strong> knights were also the<br />
quickest to recover, and if it were not for the fast thinking of their commander, I’d have had to<br />
face down a good number more of the Siullans at Hawkins’s tent. <strong>The</strong> outcome of the battle<br />
might have been decidedly different.<br />
I thought that my performance the night of the battle had gone unnoticed, but I should<br />
have known better. Hawkins called me into his tent, and he personally promoted me, giving me a<br />
squadron of my own troops to command with the promise that he’d keep an eye on me. He<br />
guaranteed me a medal when we returned to Terona. I had left the capital as a messenger. I<br />
returned a hero. My father was disappointed, though he struggled to hide it, and I knew that I had<br />
left the path he had chosen for me.<br />
It is two in the afternoon already, and I cannot believe that I have had this long to write.<br />
You might ask why, if my time is limited, have I spent so much of my time writing about the<br />
past? It is a good question, and a fair one. My answer is this: we see the events of today being<br />
written in the pages of history. Small incidents unfold onto a massive scale. Loyalty in the past<br />
becomes the mechanism of betrayal.<br />
<strong>The</strong> knights saved us then. <strong>The</strong>y could save us now, if they only knew where to strike, and if I<br />
trusted their captain enough to tell him of the plot against the king. But the engineer of this rot in<br />
Terona plays a subtle game, and deep. <strong>The</strong> knights see the hand of someone in the diplomatic<br />
service, which of course is the polite name for our spies. Yet their commander realizes that if he<br />
sees a spy’s work, surely it cannot be a spy—at least, not one of the spies we have trained, for<br />
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