Thursday, August 03, 2006
New Beginning 40
The only man the General killed during the course of the battle was one of his own. He rode the man down with his own horse, tucked the man's gold-handled knife into his scabbed breastplate and then fled from the battlefield with the arrows of the enemy shrieking past. He rode east, driving the horse harder than any arrow it feared.
The General's forces had met the enemy in the gray shadows of the morning after marching all night. The General had expected the invaders to still be engaged in taking the fortified town of Brindy. Instead he found them encamped and fortified in the hills to the south of the town. There was a false dawn in the north and a smoldering stench in the air. Brindy was burning.
He tethered his horse, sat on the ground and contemplated the glow before him. His men were gone, mostly by the enemy's hands, he was alone, and his horse was exhausted. He had only two arrows, an empty canteen, some rope and a gold-handled knife. What he had learned studying the campaigns of Napoleon and Alexander, and the writings of Moltke and Sun Tzu was of no use to him now. There was only one legend he could call upon. What would MacGyver do?
Opening: Braun.....Continuation: ril