War at the Gates - Part 10

"It seemed humiliating enough to me," Hendrick offered. "As far as I can tell, they stole those two soldiers away from us, with no price to pay in the process."

"…As Tussle has said, they've revealed their hand," Fitzer said, fighting to regain his calm. He was a naturally rather easy to anger man, so though he feigned his calm, he could not remove the throbbing vein from his forehead.

"Allow Tussle command for a time, you support him," Hendrick said, noticing the anger. "I cannot have you lose us men because of your inability to control your rage."

"I have led men for two decades, Prince! My rage is not an issue!" Fitzer shouted.

Hendrick stared down at him calmly, his blue eyes seeing straight through him. "Yet you are easily enough angered that you would raise your voice to me, despite the risk it poses to your head and neck."

"…I shall do as you say," Fitzer said, defeated, doing his best to ignore a chortling Tussle.