Chapter 139: The Promise of Spectacle
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Chapter 139: The Promise of Spectacle
The Promise of Spectacle
"Are you certain it's alright?" Shadi's voice sounded anxious. "I have never been seated on the benches before."
"Maximilian specifically told me so. And he wouldn't go back on his word or be mistaken." Martel pushed his way forward towards the seats surrounding the square on the northern side, Shadi following straight behind.
As they approached, some of the people already seated sent them disdainful glances. Martel ignored them and kept looking for Maximilian. He was starting to feel a little nervous, having promised Shadi a place on the benches, which he could not fulfil without his friend.
With relief, he spotted the mageknight further ahead, waving to gain his attention. Maximilian stood up, motioning for them to join him. "Let them through," he called out. Grudgingly, people made room for Martel and Shadi to pass down the benches and join the young viscount.
"Hullo, Maximilian. Thank you for inviting us to sit with you," Shadi said politely.
The mageknight mumbled and waved his hand around, his attention on the square where ranks of soldiers had begun marching out.
"Today is some kind of battle? Not games, but a spectacle like in theatre?" Martel asked. He looked at the hundreds of legionnaires taking position. About one third wore the red cloak of the legions, which in Morcaster also meant the city guard; the remainder had blue cloaks and carried banners unknown to him.
"Yes, exactly," Shadi replied.
"Aquilan standards! Bold choice from the legate Fontaine," Maximilian considered. "I did not expect to see the battle of liberation today."
"What?" Martel asked confused. "Eleanor's father?"
"Yes, he is the legate for the first legion. You did not know?"
Out on the square, the red cloaks had arrayed themselves in tight ranks, while the blue capes spread out to surround them from several sides. "I guess I knew his title, but I didn't realise what it meant. So Lord Fontaine leads the city guard?"
"Well, you got there in the end," the mageknight remarked.
When Martel returned to his room in the evening, he found that a note had been pushed under his door. He picked it up to read the flowing script.
Master Martel,
You are cordially invited to join the Golden Harvest celebrations at The Copper Drum.
As a friend to the establishment, food and drink will be provided without limits,
if you arrive between seventh and last bell on the eve of Malday for the meal.
As more friends only make it merrier, the viscount of Marche has also been invited.
Respectfully,
The Copper Lady
Martel had never heard of something like this, a tavern sending out invitations across the city. But he had never spent harvest in Morcaster before either. He walked upstairs to reach Maximilian's room, knocking on the door.
The mageknight open. "What is it? Ah, same invitation as me, I wager." He nodded at the note in Martel's hand.
"Yes. Is this commonplace?"
"It is not strange that a tavern would host a celebration, though I have never been invited to one in this manner. I suppose our presence would lend some glory to the event."
Martel gave him an inquisitive look. "So, are we going? You know that woman is a snake. She's as liable to poison us as she is to feed us."
"Food and drink provided without limits? Poison or not, you bet your Stars we are going!" Maximilian still grinned even as he closed the door.
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Chapter 139: The Promise of Spectacle
The Promise of Spectacle
"Are you certain it's alright?" Shadi's voice sounded anxious. "I have never been seated on the benches before."
"Maximilian specifically told me so. And he wouldn't go back on his word or be mistaken." Martel pushed his way forward towards the seats surrounding the square on the northern side, Shadi following straight behind.
As they approached, some of the people already seated sent them disdainful glances. Martel ignored them and kept looking for Maximilian. He was starting to feel a little nervous, having promised Shadi a place on the benches, which he could not fulfil without his friend.
With relief, he spotted the mageknight further ahead, waving to gain his attention. Maximilian stood up, motioning for them to join him. "Let them through," he called out. Grudgingly, people made room for Martel and Shadi to pass down the benches and join the young viscount.
"Hullo, Maximilian. Thank you for inviting us to sit with you," Shadi said politely.
The mageknight mumbled and waved his hand around, his attention on the square where ranks of soldiers had begun marching out.
"Today is some kind of battle? Not games, but a spectacle like in theatre?" Martel asked. He looked at the hundreds of legionnaires taking position. About one third wore the red cloak of the legions, which in Morcaster also meant the city guard; the remainder had blue cloaks and carried banners unknown to him.
"Yes, exactly," Shadi replied.
"Aquilan standards! Bold choice from the legate Fontaine," Maximilian considered. "I did not expect to see the battle of liberation today."
"What?" Martel asked confused. "Eleanor's father?"
"Yes, he is the legate for the first legion. You did not know?"
Out on the square, the red cloaks had arrayed themselves in tight ranks, while the blue capes spread out to surround them from several sides. "I guess I knew his title, but I didn't realise what it meant. So Lord Fontaine leads the city guard?"
"Well, you got there in the end," the mageknight remarked.
When Martel returned to his room in the evening, he found that a note had been pushed under his door. He picked it up to read the flowing script.
Master Martel,
You are cordially invited to join the Golden Harvest celebrations at The Copper Drum.
As a friend to the establishment, food and drink will be provided without limits,
if you arrive between seventh and last bell on the eve of Malday for the meal.
As more friends only make it merrier, the viscount of Marche has also been invited.
Respectfully,
The Copper Lady
Martel had never heard of something like this, a tavern sending out invitations across the city. But he had never spent harvest in Morcaster before either. He walked upstairs to reach Maximilian's room, knocking on the door.
The mageknight open. "What is it? Ah, same invitation as me, I wager." He nodded at the note in Martel's hand.
"Yes. Is this commonplace?"
"It is not strange that a tavern would host a celebration, though I have never been invited to one in this manner. I suppose our presence would lend some glory to the event."
Martel gave him an inquisitive look. "So, are we going? You know that woman is a snake. She's as liable to poison us as she is to feed us."
"Food and drink provided without limits? Poison or not, you bet your Stars we are going!" Maximilian still grinned even as he closed the door.
Chapter 139: The Promise of SpectacleThe Promise of Spectacle"Are you certain it's alright?" Shadi's voice sounded anxious. "I have never been seated on the benches before.""Maximilian specifically told me so. And he wouldn't go back on his word or be mistaken." Martel pushed his way forward towards the seats surrounding the square on the northern side, Shadi following straight behind.As they approached, some of the people already seated sent them disdainful glances. Martel ignored them and kept looking for Maximilian. He was starting to feel a little nervous, having promised Shadi a place on the benches, which he could not fulfil without his friend.With relief, he spotted the mageknight further ahead, waving to gain his attention. Maximilian stood up, motioning for them to join him. "Let them through," he called out. Grudgingly, people made room for Martel and Shadi to pass down the benches and join the young viscount."Hullo, Maximilian. Thank you for inviting us to sit with you," Shadi said politely.The mageknight mumbled and waved his hand around, his attention on the square where ranks of soldiers had begun marching out."Today is some kind of battle? Not games, but a spectacle like in theatre?" Martel asked. He looked at the hundreds of legionnaires taking position. About one third wore the red cloak of the legions, which in Morcaster also meant the city guard; the remainder had blue cloaks and carried banners unknown to him."Yes, exactly," Shadi replied."Aquilan standards! Bold choice from the legate Fontaine," Maximilian considered. "I did not expect to see the battle of liberation today.""What?" Martel asked confused. "Eleanor's father?""Yes, he is the legate for the first legion. You did not know?"Out on the square, the red cloaks had arrayed themselves in tight ranks, while the blue capes spread out to surround them from several sides. "I guess I knew his title, but I didn't realise what it meant. So Lord Fontaine leads the city guard?""Well, you got there in the end," the mageknight remarked.When Martel returned to his room in the evening, he found that a note had been pushed under his door. He picked it up to read the flowing script.Master Martel,You are cordially invited to join the Golden Harvest celebrations at The Copper Drum.As a friend to the establishment, food and drink will be provided without limits,if you arrive between seventh and last bell on the eve of Malday for the meal.As more friends only make it merrier, the viscount of Marche has also been invited.Respectfully,The Copper LadyMartel had never heard of something like this, a tavern sending out invitations across the city. But he had never spent harvest in Morcaster before either. He walked upstairs to reach Maximilian's room, knocking on the door.The mageknight open. "What is it? Ah, same invitation as me, I wager." He nodded at the note in Martel's hand."Yes. Is this commonplace?""It is not strange that a tavern would host a celebration, though I have never been invited to one in this manner. I suppose our presence would lend some glory to the event."Martel gave him an inquisitive look. "So, are we going? You know that woman is a snake. She's as liable to poison us as she is to feed us.""Food and drink provided without limits? Poison or not, you bet your Stars we are going!" Maximilian still grinned even as he closed the door.
