Admin from hell - old style

"Well you know, this is the position your friend was hoping for, but he did not get it,  and he doesn't know... and  I never told you this"

Thanks pal - now I got bad conscious as well, crap!!! As if it was not a tough thing being called from grace, faced with the possibility to become a count, and then not hearing a thing about it, now I also have to beat my friend to the finish line and what is worse, he is on the same team.  This is not good news. Naturally I want to get the title but I hate doing it over my good friend so now I have to contact him - face to face and tell him that we are 2 knights fighting over the same princess and she has already made up her mind so he better congratulate me and prepare to follow my lead.

But this is not all because the famous Captain Flash-Heart has made his triumphant re-appearance amongst the troops. He was clever not to go to the Lord Marshall or even the Viceroy - oh no, not him. He is clever like a fox and smooth like a tank - nobody disrespect him, everyone will remember him,  some may not like him but ALL will follow him. He is the natural borne leader. He is definitely in line for the princess, for becoming count, for being the Golden Knight. Question is if he wants to, if the Lord Marchall can tolerate such a bright star so close to his chest. Yes, the questions around Captain Flash-Heart are many and one thing is for sure - I will NOT fight with Flash-Heart because besides being my very close friend, he is the Jedi Knight and my mentor and I am his Padwan Learner. To fight him would be to loose myself.

A mighty tale of woe and wonder and in the midst stands a dusty old fella with raggedy armor and a beat up shield waiting for the next battle to come.

Who would be interrested in an old Admin bastard from Hell? Who would even care?

Oh, I tell you - the new Lord Marshall cares. In fact he cares so much he even wants to interview me himself !  He will bypass his Viceroy and step down from his golden carriage to meet with little me, the mysterious rouge knight who aparently has been presented from a much more favourable point of view.  Who ever marketed me in front of his Lordship? The Viceroy ?  The Petty Governor of Minor Matters? The Rear Admiral of the Black Army?  The Bloated Beggar from Roads Ends? The Mumbling Mollusk from Upper Cut? Who ?

There is the chance that I am only a puppet in a show all set to stage another champion - they just want to make his victory look more real and at the same time stomp me even further in to the ground, back to my dungeons where darkness is a form of light. Well, if that's the game I am ready because I have been there before but this time I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I may look like a dirty ol' farmer from hillbilly hell but I know my ways around the ballroom and fancy talk like a snake in a chicken farm.

Leading matters in to worse I will meet many of my fellow knights and brave men next week. We will discuss matters close to our heart and make sure we stand united with trust and friendship as bonds that will make us strong in the face of danger. The new Lord Marshall will rearrange in the ranks, replace the mud and itch with those who obey and brave the enemy at the gates. But he is not sure who he can trust - so he will meet us one by one to see in our eyes who will be chosen and who will not.

If I make the ranks this time there will be hell to pay, for me, and I better strap down properly because it is going to be a bumpy ride!

Ave Caesar! Morituri te salutant!
A.F.H.