Zellacta had found the men he needed and both were happy to follow the order of their leader. He needed their assistance to help find Frazer, Concesta, in fact, anyone who was lurking beyond the palace doors, to inform them that the enemy were now their allies and that they were holding tight to assist in any, which way they were needed.
Zellacta also warned them of the general who was supposed to be assisting the prince, taking aversive action if required, and to inform the prince of the parchments that had been found within his unit of men.
Tonks took the lead in walking the corridors of the palace. He was after all a sergeant and Cosford a mere private. The ground floor of the west wing was Tonks’s first choice. The infirmary was stationed here and Concesta was going to be easy to find and inform of the goings on outside the palace.
Cosford was on full alert; he did not want doors opening unexpectedly and to be ambushed by any of the armoured soldiers that they had fought the night before. He had no idea how the villagers, the younger wizards or warriors had survived being locked up with them in the tunnels, under the palace. But in his heart, relieved that not many had been killed by the killing machines, who stared hypnotically with red eyes, ready to take their victims life with no effort or with guilt within their souls.
Concesta was sitting on a chair in the infirmary with Dr. Dabila and Eliza, watching Frezca with curiosity as he prepared yet more elixir to use on the wounded men and women who would no doubt need their care and attention, when the fighting began outside.
“New victims to see to,” Dr. Dabila smiled as he stood up, waving the men into the room.
Tonks nodded quickly and Cosford waved to the charming doctor, who dragged two chairs towards where they were sitting and gestured for them to take a seat. Tonks sat down, accepting a beaker that tasted more like liquor than water, and drank the whole tumbler of liquid, before informing them of what had happened overnight.
“All fun and games,” Dr. Dabila smiled kindly. “But with a loss of such wonderful men and women,” he sighed, as he looked towards a closed door.
“We all know that our lives will not last when at war, doc. We take that risk when we fight. Each new day is a bonus when at war,” Tonks smiled as Dr. Dabila took a handkerchief to his eyes and wiped them.
“I know Tonks; you are brave men, which deserve better conditions when out at war,” Dr. Dabila smiled, as he blew his nose.
“Don’t start,” Concesta sighed as he looked at the doctor who was ready to break down in tears. “I don’t think they want to watch an old man blubber like a woman.”
“Maybe not, but those poor—” Dr. Dabila cried, as he blew his nose once more.
Concesta sighed again, before standing up and ushering Cosford and Tonks out of the infirmary.
“Sorry about that, we had a bad day yesterday, too many have… you know,” Concesta sighed hard as he looked at the two men who nodded their understanding to what...