What happens if Napoleon Bonaparte is resurrected in a fantasy world to save a whole continent from a Demon Lord?
A moment after his death, the former ruler of Europe receives a visit from the mysterious Faucheur, who proposes him to reborn in anoth...
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Every morning, after breakfast, the governor spent most of his time in the bath-room smoking a cigar with his feet immersed in a mixture of wine, honey and bull's urine which was supposed to relieve his gouty pains, according to the healer.
Every guard, servant and inhabitant of the Castle knew that Longinus became insufferable on such occasions, but nevertheless the newly arrived messenger from Dundee demanded to be received none the less.
On the other hand, the news he had brought from the border, even before the arrival of the first caravans full of fugitives, and which had prompted Adrian to introduce him to his father's presence, were well worth the risk of suffering his wrath.
"A riot?"
"Yes my Lord. The entire population of the Ende ghetto is in a state of revolt."
"And you're interrupting my footbath over something silly like that? I should have you whipped."
"If I may father, perhaps it would be appropriate to treat the matter more carefully. From the rumors circulating, it seems that Sheriff Haselworth is the leader of the revolt. If it's true, we cannot exclude that he manages to get even a section of the people of Dundee to his side. You know how well considered he is among those people."
"Dear me, I knew it. If you offer a bumpkin a bite, he'll want the whole pie in the end."
"Just give me an order father, and I will personally handle the matter."
"Are you crazy? Remember you are a noble. You certainly can't dishonor yourself by fighting stinky monsters. You, messenger. Go find General Ron. Inform him of the situation and tell him to meet me here."
"Yes my Lord."
The General arrived less than ten minutes later already aware of everything and ready to explain his solution to the problem: with only four hundred of his best legionaries, he said, he was ready to crush the rebellion in less than three days, one less than it theoretically took to bring troops south.
But Longinus once again felt compelled to object.
"Am I supposed to mobilize my best soldiers for a bunch of bums? It's out of question. The 3rd Light Infantry Brigade will handle it."
"Governor, the 3rd Light Brigade is made up almost entirely of auxiliaries and young recruits who have never seen a battlefield. Even if we're talking about a simple slave revolt, don't you think we should act more decisively?"
"Are you crazy? Then how should I explain the use of such a force to His Majesty? We are in the midst of the Imperial inspection."
The General was forced to submit, and after having made a further yet usless request to be able to get better trained troops, he took his leave to go to the barracks.
