We shall wait this night for it to pass for the marrow we fight at dawn and not at dusk. For fighting now, we risk the order’s safety, attacking now will risk the battle’s ease of victory, for in darkness we will lose in lack of sight, Said the King.
What of the body, my King, Asked his loyal knight.
The night will be dark, He continued, But bury his body before in the lands we possess. Go back and take 4 men in security.
We may lose some men this night, He said, but save ourselves in numbers. May my night’s vigil and watch be the protector of our soldiers. For no man will die lest the demon I fear be mine, behind the dark reaches of the forest.
It growled and smiled, I’m here, it said, through the dark energies as though evil winds, his words were heard, while it was smiling, smiling, smiling.
I am no fear to smiles, chuckled the King, as parts of the demon died that instant in the face of the elemental fortitude of God within the soul of the King, grabbing his satchel and bread which he ate and stayed risen from slumber.