Chapter 29 The Forces of Darkness
The Darkling Woods
The Druid camp had grown larger with more bandits moving into to bolster Fiacre's group. As d-day became closer so Fiacre's whole being became more determined, his mind sharp. Leaving nothing to detail he would go over and over with his men each phase of the plan. Nothing could be allowed to go wrong, it all had to be achieved in one foul swoop. If they were to take Camelot it had to be done swiftly, especially now that they knew Emrys had returned.
Fiacre smiled he was looking forward to confronting the warlock of the legends, he had grown up hearing stories about. It would be a daunting prospect he knew, but one he felt more than able to manage. A rustle behind him made him jump momentary, he looked around irritably. It was only Ventil.
"Ventil how many times have I told you about crawling around in the undergrowth like that?" Fiacre snapped.
"Sorry, I thought you knew I was coming." Ventil replied.
"No matter, has everything been put in place?" Fiacre asked rubbing his sword down.
"The people in Camelot have been told it's tonight."
"Good." Fiacre smiled.
"There will be a feast and announcement about Emrys tonight in Camelot. I think it's fair to say, everyone knows their role." Ventil grinned showing his uneven teeth.
"We can afford no mistakes tonight, every thing must be done swiftly if we are to take it by surprise. You need to make sure everyone is aware of that Ventil. By the time our backer arrives I want Camelot in my possession, do you understand?" Fiacre said a glint in his eye.
"Of course." Ventil nodded, "every thing will be fine."
I hope so Ventil, because if it is not, it will not be me going down you understand." Fiacre looked him in the face as he said it.
As Ventil starred at Fiacre all of a sudden he felt a menacing mood prevailing which almost seemed to overcome his senses. He always knew that Fiacre was a hothead, but then what always took him by surprise, was his ability to change in a second. One minute calm the next he was like a panther restless and ruthless ready to cut loose. He would cut his throat in a second if the mood took hold of him which is why he could never entirely relax in his presence.
"I guarantee by the end of tonight we will have Camelot at our mercy Fiacre, just trust me it's all I ask." Ventil hated having to beg Fiacre but he had worked with enough people like him to know, it was the best way of staying alive. Such men always had egos to flatter so he would do whatever it took to come out of this both alive and with the reward he had set his heart on.
"Go and get to your position Ventil, you know our meeting place, it will be an historic occasion, history in the making. Our chance to write the next chapter and take our bloodline into it's natural place." Fiacre shook Ventil's hand his angry mood lifting in a second.
Fiacre watched Ventil disappear through the trees, he whistled the towering figure of Cedril appeared before him.
"Tail him Cedril we cannot afford any mistakes if he disappoints in any way you know what to do." Fiacre said handing Cedril a sharp dagger.
Cedril took it and nodded, bowing before he left. Fiacre took a deep breath suddenly feeling the anticipation of the occasion taking him over. By tonight his dream will be one step closer all that he had promised his grandfather would come to pass, and Camelot would be at his mercy. Then the revolution could truly begin.
