Traitor

Crispin smiled. Fools, he thought. He had made a little speech and all

of a sudden they were ready to give their life for him. He was up in

his office again.

“My Lord, he’s here” a servant said tentatively.

“Bring him in” Crispin snapped.

Abdul-Sattar entered the room almost silently.  How an Arab got into

the inn unnoticed was beyond him. But that didn’t matter, what did

matter is that he was here.

“Hello, I was starting to think you wouldn’t ever make here, please

take a seat” Crispin said, pointing at the chair.

“ Thank you, but I think I will stand”

“ Alright then, are the arrangements unchanged?”

“ They are”

“ Then you attack in the woods, when it is done, you take our ships

back to Arabia”

“ And when Lord Crispin’s troops never arrive to reinforce the others,

they will crumble” Abdul-Sattar smiled.

“ What about my troops at the other tavern?”

“They have already been dealt with. It is safer to take them on one at

a time then as a whole”

“ What if your men fail?”

“ They will not, but if by some travesty they do fail, carry on to

Arabia”

“ Yes, but I have a concern, in the heat of battle how will I protect

myself from your men?”

“ You forget, I have assigned two men for protection into your company.

Thomas and John, they will be carrying special daggers”

“ Ah, my memory escapes me”

Abdul-Sattar frowned “Don’t let it escape you on the battlefield”

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