Savage Divinity

Chapter 183

Hands behind his back and head held high, Rustram moved through the camp with measured, deliberate steps. Its wasnt that he lacked the need for haste, but in his experience, soldiers never liked seeing their commanding officers rushing about without shouting orders. It made them understandably uncomfortable. Still, his slow pace gave him the chance to gauge the overall mood of the camp, which was one of muted celebration, no surprise following the afternoons stunning achievements.

After weeks of exhaustive training and tedious busy work, Rustram wasnt the only one eager to cross blades with the enemy. With the boss finally back and in full fighting form, albeit several kilograms lighter, every soldier under his command was itching to show off the fruits of their labour and their first battle in weeks went like clockwork. Despite the enemy outnumbering them by two-to-one, the retinues enthusiasm and the bosss well-laid plan carried them on to a resounding victory over the Butcher Bay Bandits. Capturing eleven and killing a hundred and twenty-eight enemy combatants, not a single bandit escaped from the boss neatly-sprung trap, an overwhelming success by almost any measure.

Unfortunately, when measured by the bosss almost unreasonable standards, their success still fell short, too many wounded and too many dead. Seven casualties, a mere fraction compared to the enemy losses, but the Butcher Bay Bandits deserved their vaunted reputation, fighting viciously without fear until their leader fell. The boss found their losses unacceptable, expecting to kill hundreds without a single loss. Then again, a flawless victory might have been possible if the boss had proper warriors under his command, considering all of the dead and wounded were former soldiers.

The mountain-born Sentinels, the real Sentinels, had all emerged from the battle unscathed. Rustram could only imagine what the boss might achieve with a hundred veteran Sentinels under his command, instead of scraping by with a mere thirty. Though the former soldiers had improved substantially since joining ten months ago, the Sentinels still eclipsed them in every way possible. Even reduced to a trifling ten members present, a count including the Lady Sumila and Li Song, the Sentinels were undeniably the backbone of Falling Rains retinue.

How exasperating it must be for them to take orders from a worthless merchant-turned-soldier, a failure who couldnt even bind a spiritual weapon.

Coming to a halt outside the impromptu medical station, Rustram waited for a lull in the bosss movements, so he could deliver his report. Without even stopping to stitch up the nasty rend on his cheek, the boss tirelessly treated the wounded, desperate to save as many as he could. Seven deaths so far, but unless the boss learned how to heal before the night was out, the number seemed likely to grow. Though every soldier present was familiar with the bosss simple healing method, too many of the injured were unconscious, only kept alive through herbs, stitches, bandages, and the bosss hard work.

Not to belittle the Lady Mei Lin's work, her tender care and lovely smile a balm for every soldiers soul, in sharp contrast to the shackled prisoners stationed nearby. Were it up to him, Rustram would have hung them all from the nearest tree, their continued existence more proof of how the former soldiers held the boss back. Aside from the Sentinels, they lacked anyone competent or well-armed enough to deal with Defiled who might turn Demon at any moment. Instead, the boss was forced to place the Lady Mei Lin in harms path, using her terrifying guards to keep watch over the prisoners while the Sentinels rested, a task the guards carried out with obvious reluctance. If not for the Lady Mei Lins insistence on helping the wounded, the boss would have no option but to guard the prisoners himself.

How humiliating.

Glancing up from his work, the boss greeted Rustram with a tired nod. Its time?

Yes, everything is ready boss.

After washing his hands, the boss bade farewell to Lady Mei Lin and strode out with Rustram at his side. Were running low on medical supplies. If the next outpost is still standing, buy what you can but be on the lookout for fox-glove root, fentel milk, and bittercress leaves.

Where else would you find an Officer willing to waste expensive herbal concoctions on basic soldiers? The boss was too good to them, and Rustram even deliberated pulling him aside to advise they offer mercy to the gravely wounded, but he knew itd be futile. Something needed to be done, the boss was marked for greatness and shouldnt let a rag-tag group of former cripples bring him down.

It didnt take them long to reach their destination, the boss moving to stand in front of the seven funeral pyres. The Defiled deserved no ceremony, their bodies left uncovered at the battle site. Turning to his gathered retinue, the boss lifted a cup of wine in both hands. Seven dead, the price for our victory today. A cost I am unwilling to pay, but such is life. Turning to the dead, the boss bowed a full ninety degrees and everyone present followed suit. We thank you for your sacrifice, heroes of the Empire one and all. You will live on in memory, in the hearts and minds of your family and comrades. Your tribulations are over, your journey at an end. May you rest in peace, safe in the arms of the Mother.

Straightening up, the boss poured the wine over the pyre and spoke in a hushed tone, a private conversation with the dead. Rustram was close enough to hear him promising to look after their loved ones, all mentioned by name, a litany of assurances meant to assuage his own guilt. Moving to his side, Rustram poured out a cup of wine and guided him aside, allowing the rest of the retinue to pay their respects.

By the Mother, the boss was awe-inspiring in battle, his grace and ferocity unmatched, his Aura regal and emboldening, but Rustram saw past the veneer of courage and determination he put on display. Though he demanded much from his soldiers, the boss reserved his harshest judgment for himself, critical of his every decision and shouldering the blame for every death and injury.

It wasnt right. It wasn't his fault, it was theirs for being too weak. This afternoon, Rustram watched the boss dispatch a notorious Aura-capable bandit with ease, expecting him to revel in the glory of victory as any young hero would. Instead, the intense zeal of battle melted away in an instant, glancing about the battlefield with a resigned weariness unsuitable for someone twice his age. His empathy made him a great man, but in these times of war, it was also his greatest burden, though he carried it well.

The send-off finished, the boss took his place at the front once more, raising another cup of wine. Their duty is done, but ours is yet to end. You all fought well today and lived to fight again tomorrow. This cup, I raise to you in thanks.

The rest of the service was uneventful, the boss silent as the pyres were lit, the men shuffling away to attend to their duties, though the boss continued to watch with a faraway look in his eye. After a quarter-hour of waiting, Rustram decided it was enough and coughed lightly. Boss, you should go rest. The others wont sleep easy as long as youre standing here.

Preoccupied with his thoughts, the boss shook his head and strode off. No sleep, not yet. Too many wounded to care for, I should get back to it.

Scurrying behind him, Rustram made his appeal. Their fate is in the hands of the Mother. You need to rest, youre asleep on your feet.

Ill be fine. I want you to set up pensions for the men. A wage paid to their loved ones in the event of their death. Its the least I can do.

No, youve done enough, he wanted to say, but instead replied with, Well work out the details once we return home. Coward. Too ashamed of your own flaws to stand up to the boss.

As if reading his thoughts, the boss glanced at the rapier on Rustrams hip and raised his eyebrow in question. So I hear youre still having trouble with it.

Yes. I have no excuses. I said it before, but Im not deserving of it. You should find someone else to be your second.

Youre a hard worker Mister Rustram and I have faith in you. A small smile made its way onto the bosss face.

Rustrams face burned with embarrassment. Lady Mila and Li Song have been trying to help me, but I still cant manage it. Sorry boss.

Dont be sorry, be better. The recrimination was followed by a frown. Stop being afraid and convincing yourself youre not worthy. You are my second so the sword is yours, end of argument. If you feel yourself unworthy, then improve yourself.

Yes boss. How simple he made it sound.

Look, theres nothing wrong with your skill with chi manipulation, youre one of the best we have at self-healing. Describe what its like for you.

A field of darkness. His answer was immediate, having practised during every spare moment of the past ten months, intimately familiar with the process. I see myself sitting in the void, as if watching from a great distance, detached and aloof as the Energy of the Heavens fills me, mending my body and bolstering my spirit. Its almost the same when Im trying to bind the weapon, but after some time, a series of lights starts flashing, my meditation interrupted when I try to focus on them, like Im thrown out or rejected by the Heavens.

Hmm... what are you wearing? Taken aback by the question, Rustram stopped in place. After a few steps, the boss turned around and waited, gesturing for him to follow. Walk and talk Mister Rustram, in the void, what are you wearing?

Mother take me now and save me from this humiliation. Er... Im uh... Im not wearing anything.

The bosss eyes widened in mockery. Naked huh? I didnt take you for a vain man. Resuming his steps with a wink, the boss added, Well start simple. Dont try too hard, remember be aware of nothing but awareness itself. Relax, meditate, and envision yourself with the sword. You are the sword and the sword is you, everything else is irrelevant. You can be naked or clothed, your choice.

Rustram had his doubts but nodded and agreed to try it. After walking the boss back to the medical station, Rustram carried out the remainder of his duties, checking on their defences and the sentries. The camp was on high alert, worried the funeral pyres would bring unseen enemies down upon them, but the boss had insisted on the ceremony and Rustram agreed. After all, these were the first seven soldiers theyd lost, though he expected theyd lose more before this campaign came to an end.

Returning to his tent, Rustram slumped down on his bedroll and slid off his boots, his back aching from holding his head up all day. Taking off his leathers, he drew his rapier, running his fingers over the beautiful craftsmanship. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and reached for Balance.

The void engulfed him, the infinite darkness encompassing him, steeping into his very being, permeating throughout his body.

Aware of nothing, but awareness itself.

I am the sword, the sword is me.

Time passed as he repeated his mantra, the sword laid across his knees both physically and mentally.

Lights flashed in the void, but Rustram ignored the distraction, distancing himself even further until his body was but a speck on a field of darkness. The lights grew in intensity and he moved away again, falling deeper into the warm comfort of Balance. As he continued his retreat, the void took shape, sharpening until a distinct image came into focus, observing and experiencing at the same time.

Armoured in black Sentinel armour, Rustram brandished the rapier in hand. No, his rapier, and he wielded it expertly as he Perfomed the Forms, the blade brilliant and illuminating, the source of the flashes he'd seen earlier. Advance and lunge, back step and riposte, disengage and recover, every movement fluid and natural, his poise elegant and commanding, this was the man he strove to be. Not just a warrior, or a soldier, or a leader, but more than that.

A Sentinel of the People.

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Groggily lifting his head, Chu Tongzu immediately regretted his actions, groaning in agony as he slumped back into his pillows. Soft hands arrived at his side, gingerly propping him up with all the care in the world, the careful movements enough to send him reeling in place. A spoon touched his lips and his hunger ignited, his tongue lapping up the warm rice gruel with an intensity he normally reserved for his favoured courtesans. For an eternity, all he could think of was food, his belly emptied and body weak, craving sustenance and nutrition.

He didnt remember falling asleep again, but he must have. Opening his eyes, he found that the world had shifted and he was flat on his back, staring at the beds canopy. Recalling his last attempt to move, he laid still and assessed the situation, smacking his dried lips in a futile attempt to summon up enough saliva to speak. Once again, soft hands set to work around him, the servants readying to feed and water him. How humiliating, a Magistrate needing help to eat, how was he ever to live this down?

This time, he managed to stay awake through his meal, reaching for the retreating servant and forcing the words out. How long have I slept for?

A full night and day Great One. It has been almost thirty hours since the battle.

Shorter than expected. Summon my Guard Captain, I need to be debriefed. The rest of you, get me dressed. Cant hold an audience in my night-clothes.

While they scurried to do his bidding, Tongzu circulated his Chi and inspected his body. He remembered his injuries were severe, though the only one that stood out in his mind was his gut wound. After a thorough examination, he found his wounds were at least 65% fixed, a more rapid recovery than hed expected. Gut wounds were tricky and in his time hed seen many soldiers die of complications from them. Whichever healer had attended to him must be an expert, though Tongzus excess mass offered plenty of material to work with.

Magistrate. Sovanna appeared at the foot of his bed, the statuesque beauty somehow arriving unnoticed. Here I am, though I think yed be better off going back to sleep.

Blinking in confusion, Tongzu glanced down and smiled. Good, his servants had managed to wrestle his unresponsive frame into a respectable robe, and he made note to reward them for their service. Sovanna was a woman worth dressing up for. No time to sleep. Report, how many of my soldiers survived the assault?

...None sir. Sovannas pity was clear as she moved to his side, steadying his wobbly frame. Careful there, lets ease ye back into yer pillows, nice and easy. Her hands were cool and soothing as they unbuttoned his robes, his breath coming in panicked gasps. What sort of fools do ye have looking after ye? Aint right to have a man sleeping in his finery. Ye could use a better tailor too, this robe is a mite too tight.

All of them? Six thousand soldiers, led to their deaths by a fat fool.

Aye. A damned shame but ye did yer best. Rest up fer now, Ive got things in hand. Dont ye worry bout a thing.

Struggling against the despair, Tongzu shook his head and fought down the nausea assailing him. What actions have you taken since?

...Yer a stubborn bastard aint ye. Taking a wet cloth, she wiped away the sweat on his forehead and chest, her voice pleasant and soothing despite the message. We decided the best course of action was to seal the plaza and batten down the hatches. We'll ride out this storm, don't you doubt.

Stubborn I may be, I am still your Magistrate! A thought struck him, sending shivers down his spine. Whos this we you speak of? By the Mother, dont tell me youve gone to the Council for aid? A bunch of short-sighted fools intent only on their coin-purse, they cannot be trusted. Who knows if theyre working with that traitor and his bandit patron?

No Magistrate, my mama didnt raise no fool. Senior Captain Gerel is who Im referring to, not sure if you remember the baldie who caught ye? Hes one of them Bekkies working with Major Yuzhen, got sent to investigate a few missing patrols and uncovered a massive Defiled army headed towards Sanshu. He sent word back then rushed here, quick as he could. A good thing too, else yed have died outside the gatehouses with the rest of yer pretty soldiers. No need to fret, me and me bulliesll hold em back come hell or high water, and Major Yuzhen will sweep out the rest, easy as turning her hand. Ye rest easy now. I might save a few bastards for ye to smash, but dont count on it.

Tongzus head sank into his pillows despite all his efforts to resist, his body refusing to obey his horrified mind. With his army in tatters and the gates standing open to receive them, a Defiled horde marched upon his city and she wanted him to rest easy? There was no one to defend Sanshu aside from a Senior Captain barbarian and his Guard Captain two days into her post.

Mother have mercy, this trial is too formidable.

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