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I sip my wine, and look around me. All the wise of our Brotherhood sit at my left and right. We are enjoying a festive meal. Music fills the room.
Suddenly, a group of men enters the room. Fighting men. They immediately dominate the room with their presence. I look up and recognize them as the top warriors of my personal regiment. There are eight. Seven I recognize. I see my trusted captain and six soldiers. The eight I have not seen before. He looks foreign. He also looks tied up.
The mean spread out. Two take position at the sides of the door. Four others escort the captive foreigner towards me, while my trusted captain proceeds in front of them.
Three paces away, he stops and salutes. I return the gesture of respect. I look at him, and give him a little nod. Invisible to most, but a clear sign to him that he can speak freely.
"Sire," he starts, "we have caught this man, who pretended to be a trader, while he was transporting secret communications".
At this, he pulls out a leather envelop and opens it. Inside, I see a number of documents. Again, I nod. This time, he recognizes it as permission to approach. He hands me the documents, which I read.
I already knew they had been planning something. Every Spartan knows they don't like our fine Brotherhood. But now, these documents, they are irrefutable evidence. They are indeed planning to invade.
"Execute that man", I order, "and get the Generals together. It is time to get to action".
Suddenly, a group of men enters the room. Fighting men. They immediately dominate the room with their presence. I look up and recognize them as the top warriors of my personal regiment. There are eight. Seven I recognize. I see my trusted captain and six soldiers. The eight I have not seen before. He looks foreign. He also looks tied up.
The mean spread out. Two take position at the sides of the door. Four others escort the captive foreigner towards me, while my trusted captain proceeds in front of them.
Three paces away, he stops and salutes. I return the gesture of respect. I look at him, and give him a little nod. Invisible to most, but a clear sign to him that he can speak freely.
"Sire," he starts, "we have caught this man, who pretended to be a trader, while he was transporting secret communications".
At this, he pulls out a leather envelop and opens it. Inside, I see a number of documents. Again, I nod. This time, he recognizes it as permission to approach. He hands me the documents, which I read.
I already knew they had been planning something. Every Spartan knows they don't like our fine Brotherhood. But now, these documents, they are irrefutable evidence. They are indeed planning to invade.
"Execute that man", I order, "and get the Generals together. It is time to get to action".
