THE STORY WRITTEN IN BLOOD (1)

The stage is still there waiting for him as he exited his tent. But he is not intending to use the stage today.

Lord Summersill hurrily approached him. He scans him and look at him again, his face shows his worries.

Arial nodded

'I am fine. Do not worry too much or you would affect the soldier's morale.' Lord Summersill nodded understanding of how this is important. He just nodded and then inform Arial.

'My lord, all is ready to hear you' he gestured him to the podium.

'Not from the podium' Arial said. Then he yelled to the stable master,

'Bring me my horse!' The stable master was shocked but quickly rushed to the sable. Lord Summersill was shocked at this sudden change of plans and Lord Paris was also alarmed. He quickly approach Arial.

 'My lord,' Lord Paris come and it is clear he could guess what he is trying to do.

'You have just woken up. There is no need to strain yourself. Please do the speech at the podium'