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• Advancement	By : ChildcalledNothing Category: M through R > Patriot, The Views: 2288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
  Disclaimer: I do not own The Patriot, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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• The young man, a Captain, covered his heart. He made a silent but solemn vow: Victory or death.

  
  

  His girlish mouth was slackened, and in desperate and feverish misery he whispered his promise to God. No one here to see his cheeks flushed with shame, or his callused fingers dabbing at his tears. But everyone had heard and seen his failure.

  
  

  He stared at his hands, bloodied by battle, feeling the pain flood into them. His arms ached; his sword had been too heavy. There was a slow dampness forming in his tall boots, but what was injury to the pain of defeat? To the knowledge that he had failed his uncle.

  
  

  His boots were wet and soiled from the battle, in a well-placed stab from the Rebel Militia he'd fallen from his horse. Fortunately it was only the horse stabbed, and not himself, but at the tine he had found himself wishing that the blade had slipped and found him. His horse whined pitifully, and he was forced to ask one of the disdainful ranks to shoot it.

  
  

  The fine pair of boots had to be sliced from his feet, but he was not interested in this. He had hardly noticed the servant lifting his feet. Neither did he notice the clatter of his boots as they were dropped, or the same servant tumbling back and drawing his last breath.

  
  

  "Who gave you permission to use the wounded Rebels?" It was then that he started, the harsh voice snapping him to attention. His red coat was still hung over the chair, and his boots lay discarded beside the dead American. He looked down at his bare feet.

  
  

  "No one, Colonel" his voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper. Tavington thought how fortunate it was that he had afforded the boy a commission, if placed in the lowly ranks he would never have been raised to Sergeant. Not with a voice quiet as that; how ever did he address his men as Captain? Still,ingtington knew the boy had talent, if not the loud voice with which to vocalise it. He kicked the ruined boots away and looked down at the man whose throat he had slit.

  
  

  "Disgusting. He wasn't worthy to touch your boots, do you hear me Richard?" he peered at his nephew. The boy was talented at war, and even at fighting, but he was still squeamish about death. He took the Vicar's words entirely too seriously.

  
  

  What Tavington didn't know, was that his nephew's fear of God was not as great as his fear of Tavington. "Yes Colonel."

  
  

  The long cavalry sword hung smartly by the older man's side, making Richard feel a pang of jealousy fis uis uncle's skill with the weapon. He himself was excellent with smaller, lighter blades, but there was no place for such weapons atop of a horse. His staring at the shining blade alerted his uncle to his thoughts.

  
  

  "There will plenty of opportunity to strengthen yourself," he said as if they had been discussing it all along.

  
  

  Captain Richard Harrington did not believe that his men should like him. Officers were to lead, and to seal victories, not to befriend the men. He strived to be like his uncle, and yet he was not the same sort of man. His isolation from the other soldiers made him lonely. Of course there were his fellow officers, Lieutenants and occasionally a Sergeant, but they were never easy in his company.

  
  

  The truth was he was miserable, and much as he feared Tavington's criticism he also longed for the man's company. Tavington knew him, knew what sort of man he was when there was not a sword in handhand. There was no hatred in Richard's heart, but each time that Tavington came he stirred something in him that gave him the courage to go into the fields and slit the throats of Colonials.

  
  

   

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