Concesta sat quietly in the hut listening to what Zellacta had told him of the armoured soldiers, and how they stood no chance against them, as they had strength in their bodies to take each warrior without having to fight hard for it.
“Not looking into their eyes was our own chance of survival,” said zellecta, as Concesta shook his head in disbelief. “If they come again, I hope that we are able to defeat them.”
Concesta nodded, he too hoped this.
“This whole war has been one big — ooh- annoyance. Why did Lidah not state what she knew?” Concesta asked, his face reddening in anger.
“How can she? I agree that she had covered up the truth, but Onbrier are the biggest blamers, notes every second of our lives. Whoever agreed to this silly ruling?”
“Councillors of the time, the time, the time before,” Concesta sighed. “Our parents never disagreed. If only someone spoke out, maybe we could have sat down and spoke.”
“Do you like writing them? Your secret desires and ambitions in life, scribbled on paper for the councillors to view, to dictate what we should or should not be thinking? Because I don’t, it’s invasion of our privacy, no other kingdom does such a ridiculous thing,” Zellacta disputed as he stared at Concesta as though he were to blame.
“It was done so that the individuals of the kingdom could be monitored, any wrong doings by that person could be taken to court and punished for thinking wrongly.”
“For thinking? We are humans, we are allowed to think, never mind having them monitored for thinking wrong. Unless someone actually does wrong outside their mind, then I see no reason for us to state all this. I know when I return I will be lobbying a protest on this, I shall stand outside the hall with a picket line, I will rub it in their faces,” Zellacta frowned, his charms staying away for a short while as he began his whinge towards the councillor.
“Well, do what you wish. Nevertheless, I know they will throw it out. Not a true Onbrien, you see, born outside the kingdom,” Concesta noted casually.
“I’ve been there long enough to be allowed the right,” Zellacta fumed.
Concesta nodded, it was all he could do. He was in no mood for an argument, his body was tired, aching, sleep deprived. A good night’s sleep in his own bed and then he could argue all day, if Zellacta needed him to.
Concesta stood up and looked out the small wooden window. The warriors were resting up, sitting on whatever they could find acceptable to sit on. Their mood was still sombre, no laughing, joking, or heavy drinking like the night before. All too engrossed with thoughts of the armoured soldiers, who could come out of the palace doors and attack them at their free will.
Julu A’ Vanda and Fieldsman came into the great hall. The redness in the eyes that Frazer had witnessed the night before were not present on the soldier, who seemed to glare at the three people with utter disgust, as he walked towards the queen and bowed down to her, taking her hand tenderly...