Thirty-Six
Gambler trotted up to them and halted. Jaron stepped forward and carefully removed his sword from his packs. The General watched as Jaron presented the double-edged weapon with the gilded hilt for inspection. “This, General, is my father’s sword, my sword. It is the sword of the King of Gilead. That is where I was born, where my parents were killed by my uncle before he took the throne. His forces consist of hired mercenaries and scoundrels. As far as I can tell, none of them have the training of your men, even in their current state. Will you fight for me?” “You’re serious, aren’t you?” the General stared at Jaron as if seeing him for the first time. “Yes General, I am,” Jaron nodded. “As payment, I offer you and your forces all the rights and privileges of knights in my court, land,
- Escritor
