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Aug. 17th, 2007 10:59 pmThe weather has grown foul with the coming of autumn, just as Hektor had been waiting for. Around here that mostly means rain, and terrible windstorms; it has been long since snow covered the ground properly anywhere near Troy. Still, it matters little. The ships belonging to the first of the two pirate strongholds between Troy and Dardanus have been beached for the season, so the prince's campaign may begin.
He has spoken of it to no one, but more hinges on this successful battle and the next after than mere glory and prize-takings alone. Up to now Hektor has fought in the wars of other leaders, or commanded a few spearmen or chariots under someone else's lead. This is his first great campaign. If this battle does not go well, the men will still follow, but the barons and other leaders will turn from him and there will be little further to do.
He will not borrow that trouble yet, but the really observant may catch it on him as he goes over his chariot-horses' condition one last time before setting out.
He has spoken of it to no one, but more hinges on this successful battle and the next after than mere glory and prize-takings alone. Up to now Hektor has fought in the wars of other leaders, or commanded a few spearmen or chariots under someone else's lead. This is his first great campaign. If this battle does not go well, the men will still follow, but the barons and other leaders will turn from him and there will be little further to do.
He will not borrow that trouble yet, but the really observant may catch it on him as he goes over his chariot-horses' condition one last time before setting out.
