Chapter 34: Ten Of Pentacles

 

Marriette followed Marshal's stiff back down the hall toward the Council Chambers. The only words he'd spoken to her after the attack on the street were a request to retire. That was a week ago.

"Marshal." Marriette stopped and glared at him. "I will have words with you."

"Your Majesty." He stopped, but did not turn to face her.

"I must know what is bothering you." She made her words hard to break through the shell. 

"I do my duty," he said. If it had been any one else she would have sworn he was forcing back tears.

"You do." Her voice softened. "Yet..."

"I failed you."

"How many men did you kill during the attack?"

"Eleven, Your Majesty,"

"I don't call that a failure." Marriette winced at how much those men must have hated her.

"The one that mattered..." Marshal turned. His face twisted with the effort of speaking. "I should have been at your side."