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Chapter VIII Friend of my Enemy   Alexander's Camp “No way we are doing this” shouted Anthea, raising her hands in denial. “It is the only way we can make this work; can’t you see it? The best solution to not understand our real identities is to present ourselves as hetaeras”. “No. I cannot accept it” replied Anthea, crossing her hands at her chest. “You don’t even have to present yourself as one. I will be one, and you will be my servant”. “You are making it worse”. “Alright, if you have a better solution, I’ll wait to hear it”. Anthea said silent for a minute. She could not think of something else that could work. They would raise unwanted attention if they went to the camp and presented themselves as mercenaries. Yet, being actually a whore, or even her maid, was embarrassing. But there were no other choices. “Believe me” said Thalestres, “I don’t like it either”. “Yeah, right…”. “What was that?” asked Thalestres, raising her eyebrow. “Nothing…” replie

  Achievements January 24, 1267 CE, Praven, Morning I woke up with my head pounding. I had to stop drink like this, especially when I am going to compete at the jousting, which was today. We were at the play-offs phase. Thirty-two contestants. Each fight was best-of-three. Everyone had to beat his opponent two times to win. Good odds. There were two knock out phases and then the remaining eight enter the final stages of the competition. The sport was simple. It was a best-of-three. If the champion just hit the other without breaking his lance, the player takes one point. If the lance breaks, two, and if the opponent fall off the horse, three. I ate breakfast and arrived at the arena. At the first hours of the day, the “minor” competitions would take place. Me at swordfight and the others at their competitions. We managed to win from the first games. At the afternoon of every day, the jousting competition would take place as I said at the afternoon. For three days, we were going to fi

  Tournament Gambles January 23, 1267 CE, Praven, Noon I have been at Calradia for six months now. I thrived during this time. Under the service of Count Delinard, I managed to get my own warband, around the number of on hundred by this time, and also receive knighthood for my liege count. I still wasn’t a vassal of the Swadian Kingdom, but it was an honorable title for simple folk like me. I was a local hero at Uxkhal, because of my deeds against the local bandit warbands. My strategic mind and the warfare skills of Fendrel were doing miracles. Our name was bringing fear amongst our foes and the people were looking up to us. In simple terms, we had become local heroes. It happened at these days following the receiving of my knighthood, King Harlaus to declare the yearly Swadian big tournament, at his capital city. During these festivities people, from veteran soldiers, to knights and even lords could participate at six sports. Swordplay, archery, javelin throw, horse racing, wre