Gregor Mihailovic, Velimir Milutin and Duke Jiri rode back to the rebel’s line with Jiri’s standard-bearder and his bodyguard trailing behind, both feeling increasingly agitated. They headed toward the leaders of the rebel side, a ring of over a dozen two dozen men in all, all of whom had their attention fixed on Jiri. Velimir, Duke Jiri and his two men reigned up about a fifty yards from the line, Jiri let his horse prance while Gregor continued on and then began to speak with his peers. A crowd began to gather in a ring around the commanders while sergeants in the battle line adjacent struggled to keep their men in formation; the eyes and ears of everyone were trained on the discussion breaking out amongst the commanders.
A cranky voice called out, cursing, on the fringes of the crowd: "Get out of my way, Oaf! Who is that riding back with Gregor Mihailovic? Blast it, Mirko, there are too many people, I can’t see past – move over! Is that the precious Duke? Must be, with that fancy horse. And there is a flag. Ouf - I can’t see a thing! Mirko…! "
A taller man beside the first answered “Yeah, it is the Duke but be quiet, Blago. I’m trying to hear what they are saying. They are talking – some of them are having a go at Gregor, I am not sure that they are saying. It looks a little hot! Wait, they are waving the Duke over now, here he comes. He is talking to the bosses now …”.
“So, what is he saying, then?”
“Oh ho! He is demanding that we surrender!”
" What? Surrender? Did he say that? Did that peacock just strut up to our line and demand we give ourselves up? What an … "
" Will you shut up, Blago?"
" Well, that takes some nerve, I have to say. Who does he think he is?"
"Quiet, you ass! He said surrender to him. He is acting like a Duke, that's all!"
"What do we need him for? We’ve lived for years without lords now. He’s crazy! I didn’t come all this way just to…”.
“Shut up Blago – he is still talking, I can barely hear. He says that he needs us to retake Syldavia. He will lead us Travunia himself and overthrow the Bordurians. Wait - he just said that he will return the land we once had. Is that good enough a reason for you?"
" Ack – I don’t need any pretty princeling to give me orders – and what is mine is mine!"
"Oh, so you would rather go back to the outlaw’s life in the woods would you? Me, I’ve had enough of being hungry and freezing! I want to go back to my home and he can get my land back for me. How are you going to get yours back if someone is already living there? You’ll need the Duke to be a judge for you. And I daresay you will need a pardon from him to in the end, for all the dirty deeds you did the last twenty years. You’re a bad, bad man my friend! "
"Huh… Look – is that old man Marklin going up to the Duke? They say he is a Baron?"
"Yes, that’s him, and better yet he was a Count, lots of land somewhere in the north, and a war leader years ago. Ha! He is kneeling to the Duke. The others are going to him now; I’d say they all are thinking about getting their lands back. Like it or not Blago, you old scoundrel, it looks like you are going to be marching under the Duke’s banner now!"