Darkness had fallen; the soldiers and warriors calling it a night as they were unable to see anything, even though each wished to continue, the agreement of the leaders to fall back to their barracks was acknowledged by each man, who moved back to their units and walked away from the battle as though playtime was over at school.
No one went into the palace. Some were still on duty, scouring the area for odd the enemy who had not committed to their leaders order, and wished to take them by surprise.
Zellacta and the rest of the men sat in the wooden hut, wine flowing freely for those who wanted it and the talks of the good and bad of the battle being spoken as loud and as crude as they wished. Zellacta was not going to quieten them down; they deserved their last chance of life, before a sword from the enemy took them.
Tonks and Cosford spoke of the soldiers that they had maimed and on the relief of seeing the wizards and warriors, running behind the enemy and taking them by surprise
“—suppose it was better late than never,” Cosford stated when he had heard Tonks tell him for the umpteenth time of what had happened during the day.
“Relief was all I thought,” he blew. “I’m hoping I can get a good sleep and rest my arms, they’re killing me with all that attacking and swinging. I wished I’d been better prepared for it, thought they’d be easy to take. Should’ve seen them around the back of the palace though, they were bigger than giants, scary they were.”
“And you lived to tell the tale,” Cosford laughed as he took the clay bottle of wine out of Tonks’s hands and held it in the air, before swigging from it.
“Only just, I could’ve been killed so many times. My nine lives have now gone, that’s for sure,” Tonks nodded, as he grabbed the clay bottle greedily from Cosford and took a big swig.
“Your one lucky cat, Tonks, I’m going to rub your back for luck, could do with a bit of help,” Cosford commented as he nodded, before taking the clay bottle back and taking another big swig.
Frazer sat with his feet in a bowl of boiling hot water. His boots had rubbed him, and with the goings on of none-stop-attacks, he’d not had time to take his boots off and readjust his woollen socks, which were rubbing his heel. He sat watching his men laugh and joke and then a sudden chorus of singing began at one end of the room, like drunken men in a pub. The pub he thought, as he took hold of clay bottle and swigged it, wishing it was a stout, rather than a sickly sweet taste of grapes and sugar.
Brexham sat down, the noise taking over his ears and voice as he tried to talk tactics with Frazer. However, Frazer was not bothered, they were still alive; it was only right that they let their hair down for all the hard work that they had done.
Zellacta stood up and banged the table, the harshness of the knock instantly ceasing all in what they were doing, as they all turned around to look towards Zellacta and wondering what he wished to say. Zellacta nodded a thank you to his men...