To Feed And Recluse
En Route to Haus Klingen from the South - Is to report to Count Frond - A Company (200 Strong) of Knights Travels by Horseback
A banner held high to signify that this company belonged to the Count. The banner was held by a barer who only held the pole by one hand - using the other to corral his horse from straying away from the formation that Donato Giancola, a Marshal by this time, had made. The formation was simple: all the men were condensed into a rectangular form and then were to move forward in a rhythmic fashion. This sort of formation was to make sure Donato could keep an eye on his men and the formation he wanted to keep up. But ever since he left the patrol camp near the southern border, the formation has been fracturing slowly. Though Donato, himself, had not worried about the fracturing of the formation. He only cared if the men would keep up with him and their platoon officers. Respectively there were only seven officers - each officer commands about twenty-six men. These seven officers were as followed: Yvain, Wichard, Jeronimus, Gerolt, Ysembert, Moyse, and Guernon.
Yvain, being Donato's most favored platoon officer, rode to Donato's close left while Gerolt rode to his close right - with the rest following in as suit.
Jeronimus, a more refined platoon officer, glanced at his fellow commander with a look that was hid behind the helm's face-guard. Jeronimus then spoke as though he were alone, "Why must the Count remove us from the battlefield? We were fine patrolling the southern border... They were no outlaw movement down there as far as I am concerned."
Before Donato could even raise a finger at the platoon officer, Moyse stepped in and claimed bullshit. "We should all be thankful for the Count's duty. For it if weren't for him, we wouldn't be here and the Kingdom of Adiliwyr would have taken this land. Do not mistake your privileges with rights Jeronimus."
Jeronimus grumbled underneath his breath as he only shook his head.
Donato only gave a helpful smile towards Moyse as he seemed to be the type of man to remain loyal to his bitter end. Donato was pleased with the loyalty Moyse showed and continued to think nothing of Jeronimus' comments.
Yvain, after hearing the comments, glanced towards Donato who kept his eyes forward. The march of two hundred horses drowned out any unavailable chatter that would rise from the constant worriment that is their company.
The seven platoon leaders, who were fanciful nicknamed the "Seven Horsemen of the Golden One" by their respective platoons, remained silent for a good majority of the ride - as did Donato since both the Marshal and the platoon officers feared the worse for the Count. They couldn't possibly believe that the territory, that the Count tried so hard to control, is slowly being stripped from them. Donato wished he could take him and his men to the mouth of the Kingdom of Adiliwyr and strike down the king right then and there. But Donato had to think strategically, and having learned a thing or two from the Count only made things much less tiresome.
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