Post by ST Alex on Jul 24, 2011 19:56:11 GMT -8
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Legane.”
“I’ve seen a lot of ‘em. Buy me a barrel, and I’ll tell you all.”
After a pitcher is delivered and duly poured…
“It was the damndest thing, Marcus. The cathedral lit up like it were Easter morn, and yet it was only three hours after midnight.”
“Candles, most like, and torches. Plenty of those to be had in Verona.”
“You weren’t there Marcus. I was. Looked like the bloody place was on fire, you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. Anywhere in the city, you stopped and stared at that damn building, and then…then…”
“Courage man. You’re still alive.”
“It wasn’t just the Papal troops, we were kind of expecting that. A bunch of commoners I guess they were, boiled out of nowhere with these green flags and fought too.”
Marcus eyes him closely. “Green you say? What standard?”
“There wasn’t one. Just a green flag, or armband, or tunic, all green, green as the grass grows. Hell if I know what it means, maybe they were all lepers or something.”