It was unbecoming that an Emperor should sit on his camel and wait
while the common soldiers went about their occasionally lengthy
preparations for the march. More fitting, rather, was it that they
should all make ready, and then wait on their Emperor until he should
mount and give the command to Borla for the day's march to commence.
Borla, as was customary, would then loudly pass the word on down the
chain-of-command through his Captains of Fifty, and the march would
commence.
The order to begin the long grueling day's march should be coming
through any time now.
Suddenly, above the general background noise of many voices
coordinating their preparations to march, Si'Wren heard from across the
camp a distant cry;
"Kaaaadruuuug!"
An icy chill coursed through her body as Si'Wren looked up anxiously,
and Borla jerked up his hand savagely to cut off one of his Captains in
mid-sentence.
"What was that?!" Borla asked sharply.
Everyone, including Emperor Euphrates, seemed to suddenly be listening,
and the entire camp seemed to fall silent, their very ears itching to
hear the more clearly that dread outcry again.
"Eeeeeahhhhgh!"
Si'Wren's ears informed her of the shocking indication that someone
must have just been brutally murdered, out a little past the screen of
trees beyond the far end of camp.
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