A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind)

"Who created all the lands and the seas?" I yelled.

"Our God!" Came the resounding cry of the warriors on the field.

"Who created the heavens and the stars?"

"Our God!"

The black robed figure had ceased from berating the cowed soldiers in front of him and had wheeled his stallion around to stair in my direction.

"Are there any before the Creator in glory or majesty of power?"

"No! Father God we adore Thee and we will serve none besides The Ancient of Days!" Came the responding shout.

Stabbing the air above my head with my sword I yelled, "Our God!"

The warriors on the field and even those on the distant ramparts behind us on the wall chorused back, "He reigns!"

"Our God!"

"He reigns!"

Then with the greatest shout I could muster I yelled out,

"Forever!"

"Forever!" Came the thunderous ovation of the Valley Landers up and down the pass.

There was then a sudden silence and in it I made an elaborate show of sheathing my sword, as if to say 'I was done here' and then turning my back I started to walk towards the wall as my actions were replicated by the rest of the warriors of the six surviving groups.

I had only taken but a few steps when I heard Marfoul's echoing voice ring out in the distance in a guttural outpouring of rage, "Ten thousand golden tarsas to the man who brings me back his head!"

Wow! That was a lot of money for just one man's head. Glancing back over one shoulder I saw that quite a lot of the enemy felt the same way about the amount of money being offered for my head. I quickened my pace some to a fast walk, but no faster than that. It was hard to not quicken the pace further though. The greedy envy of so many men in regards to one's own head can have that affect on a man.

The warriors of the two supporting groups gathered along either side of the pass peeled off as we passed by joining us in triangular formation, which pointed back to Kingdom Pass, of which I was at the head of the point of the v formation.

Emboldened by our lack of response to their charge, the enemy horde's onrush quickened, as they rightly surmised that they were too close to our spread out line for another barrage of stone or fire to take place from high up on the fortifications of the wall for fear of hitting our own troops. I was the target of their avaricious greed and their onrush took the shape of a triangle as well as they headed singularly for me even trampling over each other in the process.