Chapter 3

Interrogation

When Cedric awoke, the first thing he noticed were the excruciating pains on the side of his head. His ambushers must have hit him with a metal shield. His hands were tied together around the back of the chair he was siting in, while his legs were tied to the legs of the chair. He sat up and surveyed his surroundings. He was sitting in a plain brown and gray tent. There was no furniture, in the tent save the one chair. The sound of soldiers bustling about came from outside, the scrape of swords on sharpening wheels, the hammering of armor and sounds of thousands of marching feet. Suddenly the tent flap opened and in walked General Travis himself. He was a tall man with deep-set dark brown eyes. His face looked old and worn from many battles, yet still held a cruel, fiery look. He fixed his icy glare on Cedric.

"What is your name boy?"

"Cedric Pickard," Cedric croaked

" Hmm," the General scratched his chin. " Cedric. A noble name for a lowly street rat…"

"Excuse me," Cedric could barely whisper. A hand suddenly shot out, and struck him across the face.

"You will speak when spoken to street rat!" The General turned around and stared at the ceiling. "Where are you from boy?" he asked without even turning around. Cedric saw no reason to lie to this man.

"Volafar."

"Ah." Smiled the General "So our next target is your home. How sad." An evil smile spread across his scared face. "Perhaps, you want me to call off the army. Tell them to pass over your little home," He said in a mocking tone. " I have orders whelp." He was suddenly serious again. "Yes, orders from king Abram of Yorde himself, to destroy your cozy little town. Your Princess has something, and my master wants it. King Abram shall not be denied."

Two soldiers suddenly burst into the tent. One of them saluted General Travis. "Sir the men are ready for attack."

"Good! The time is now, the hour is ours! Forward! You!" he addressed one of the soldiers. "Take this one," he pointed at Cedric, "and chain him up with the other prisoners."

"Yes Sir!" the soldiers seized Cedric and led him out of the tent. As Cedric was lead away he heard a laugh issue from the tent.