Chapter 2: Bendia


    Bendia


    After a brief but freezing winter, another spring arrived in the Arvena hignds. The snow melted, and the scenery changed dramatically. Meadows turned colorful with purple and yellow wildflowers while the wind carried whiffs of floral scent as thend returned to life once again.


    Like most vigers, the Arryn family spent their first week cleaning their yard and maintaining their thatched roof. Afterward, the vige weed the new spring with a week-long festival. Only after the soil was soft enough did they return to farming.


    Last year, Lansius had unexpectedly assisted with the vige''s annual report, a job typically reserved for the vige chief, scribe, or officials. However, his hopes for rapid advancement were quickly dashed. In a rural farmingmunity, there were seldom job that required such skills.


    Despite the setbacks, the townsfolk began to see Lansius in a different light. They now viewed him as a foreign merchant apprentice who was robbed and lost in the woods, exining his odd-looking clothing and inability to speak themonnguage.


    Since Lansius lost his memory, the rumor went unchallenged. Even the vige chief wrote such in his reports. The officials learned about the appearance of a foreign straggler, but with the nobles locked in conflicts, they saw it as an unnecessary tidbit.


    The Arryn family followed their work routine as usual. During the warm spring season, Lansius was able to help out and they nted more than usual. Things were looking promising.


    After the nting season was over, Marc convinced Lansius to apany him for daily strolls just before sundown. They would make their way around the vige za, where the young people would socialize under the watchful eyes of their elders. Despite his social awkwardness, Lansius engaged in small talk and gradually improved his speaking skills.


    In this world, themon tongue was rough-hewn and direct. Words were utilitarian tools, not elegant and well-articted. Conversation was a matter of conveying necessity, not crafting poetry. The more polite and formal the conversation, the stiffer it became.On one such evening, the two found themselves wandering aimlessly and ended up at the butcher shop. Though they were penniless as usual, they still went inside to catch up on thetest gossip and perhaps offer their help in exchange for some slices of meat.


    The owner, a retired butcher from the city required no help that day, but he halted them. “Lad, I heard you can do calctions?”


    Lansius’ eyes widened. “Yes, I can.”


    Connor, the owner, was tall, muscr, with a graying mustache. “Next week I’m going to deliver a new batch of meat jerky to the city. I''m thinking to buy some supplies. Problem is, I don’t know whether my savings will suffice.”


    <em>Hmm... shouldn’t be too difficult.</em>


    “Can I have something to write?” Lansius asked.


    Connor gave him a waxed tablet and a wooden stylus. “Would this suffice?”


    "Gratitude. This will do," he said, his words fluent and formal. "Now, name the items you wish to purchase, along with their prices and quantities."


    Connor informed him about the goods.


    Lansius tallied them andpared the sum against the savings. “You’re still forty copper short.”


    “About three silvers short, eh?” Connor approximated while rubbing his chin.


    Sensing an opportunity, Marc grinned and hyped it up. “Wow, you sure can count fast. Not even the chief can calcte that much.”


    Lansius could only smile sheepishly, but Connor nodding his head. “Indeed,d, you’re pretty good with this.”


    Marc found an opening. “Surely such assistance begets some-“


    “But of course,” Connor said happily.


    They went home with three iron coins and a sausage. The treat was a pleasant surprise for Tanya and Arryn. Before eating, the boys smelled their cut multiple times to savor it. The meat was juicy, unlike the dry salted meat they had on festivals.


    One small favor led to another. In the following weeks, the number of people asking for help, while random and inconsistent, steadily grew. Lansius was happy, but knew that he couldn’t count on them for a living.


    When spring almost came to a close, Connor returned from his trip. He happily reported that Lansius’ calction had saved him from taking out loans. Now, he wanted Lansius to teach his oldest child calction.


    Lansius, ever in a hurry to escape from farming life, immediately agreed. With mother Arryn’s blessing, he took two students under his wing. At first, he thought that this was doomed to fail, but he soon realized that he was dealing with teenagers, not kids. They were well-behaved and curious, so the teaching went smoothly.


    For his effort, he earned six iron coins or half a copper daily. A copper was the price of a full meal with ale, so Lansius’ rate was abysmal. Earning half a meal per day was not a living wage, but he was content.


    <em>The road to financial independence is never easy.</em>


    Afterward, things took a positive turn. During the summer, he gained two additional students: the vige chief''s son and the baker''s child. With more students, his ie increased, allowing him to earn a copper a day. Summer passed smoothly, but when autumn arrived, tutoring came to an abrupt halt as the entire vige turned its attention to the harvest.


    Harvest was the biggest celebration of the year, and other festivities like marriage and feast weremonly arranged around it. Only after the festivity ended, did things slow down as people prepared for winter.


    One day, on a clear but windy day, without warning, hundreds of armed men marched towards Bendia. It was then that the vigers learned that Arvena was at war. Young lord Arte led a column of men, including wounded soldiers and refugees, towards Bendia. They camped outside Bendia and waited for reinforcements. Marc and the other vigers were called for training.


    This unforeseen event made Lansius worried. He had never had any experience with war or fighting before. Although he never said it, he felt sickened by not knowing what was going to happen. In his mind, the situation could worsen at any moment.


    ***


    Days passed in more or less the same routine. The only difference was that Lansius frequently spent his free time with other men from the vige. During one such gathering, the topic of magic was raised. Some believed that the lord might employ a mage or a saint candidate as a healer.


    Intrigued, Lansius found himself increasingly drawn to the subject. Magic was something he had always yearned to witness. Thus, he followed the crowds to the newly established camp nearby to listen and learn about the world beyond his vige.


    However, rather than learning about magic, Lansius found himself bing an object of curiosity. The men at the camp were intrigued by his foreign features. No one had seen dark hair like his before. While they were familiar with various shades of blonde and lighter brown, his near ck hair was a novelty. Even men who hailed from distantnds, such as the Mercantile Kingdom in the Far East or the Navalnia Empire, hadn''t encountered someone with such distinct hair color.


    Lansius came to realize his distinctiveness. Then, abruptly, a voice rang out. “You with the dark hair, the young lord wants to see you,” someone dered in amanding tone.


    Lansius looked around and saw that everyone’s gaze had turned toward him as an imposing man in a fresh white tunic approached. The man motioned for Lansius to follow him.


    The crowd’s eyes dutifully followed as Lansius and the knight headed toward a particrlyrge tree.


    Lansius saw young lord Arte sitting regally on a small wooden chair, surrounded by burly men, presumably his knights.


    Gulping, Lansius stammered, “My lord.” The words felt foreign. He had never addressed a lord before.


    “No need to be so tense,” Arte responded. “I just heard a story of a foreigner who was robbed, lost his memory, and couldn’t even speak thenguage.”


    “Indeed, that is my story,” Lansius confirmed, relieved that he found the right words.


    “Do you remember anything about your home?”


    Lansius shook his head. “I can’t remember.”


    “Ah,” the young lord mumbled, then changed his tone. “Tell me, what do you do in this vige?”


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    “I teach children to calcte,” Lansius managed, feeling the constraints of his limited vocabry.


    The young lordughed upon hearing this, appearing pleased about something.


    “If you can count, why not calcte the number of our troops or something? Entertain us, will you?” said one of the burly men.


    “That’s a good idea. Can you do it?” the young lord agreed.


    Lansius hesitated for a moment. However, his interaction with the young lord validated what others had said about him. The young lord seemed genuine. Thus, he answered, “I believe I can.”


    “Excellent,” Arte replied, clearly excited.


    The knight who had approached Lansius earlier now signaled to some men. “Assemble the men who can walk. No armor, no weapons. And make no unnecessarymotion.”


    Slowly, the camp came to life with calls and shouts as everyone who was able sprang into action, readying themselves for formation. The knights watched from the sidelines, clearly considering themselves above the call. For them, this was merely entertainment.


    “My lord, the men are ready,” the knight reported to Arte.


    The young lord stood and inquired, “Well, can you calcte the number of men in their current formation?”


    Nodding, Lansius realized that his actions had led hundreds of men to assemble, many of whom were wounded. The pressure was immense, and the vigers watched intently.


    Observing the formation, he noted that the men were arranged in five deep ranks. The first and subsequent ranks consisted of equal numbers, only thest was missing a few men.


    <em>The front consisted of 22 men and 5 ranks deep. So, 110. But they are missing three toplete the formation.</em>


    “My lord, it’s 107,” Lansius answered. Clearly, Arte had fully expected him to count manually or to use a stylus and multiplication table.


    “Oui, that was quick. Are you certain?” Arte asked a fierce glint in his young eyes, perhaps a byproduct of this violent era.


    “More or less, my lord,” Lansius confirmed.


    Fascinated, Arte ordered, “Send in the squires.”


    Three teenagers hurriedly began to count the men manually, each starting from a different point. They divided the formation into thirds and ran while counting. It was evident that they were ustomed to this method.


    After a short wait, the squires returned and announced, “My lord, it’s 107.”


    Lansius was inwardly pleased. The count matched his own calction exactly.


    The knights looked pleased, as did the young lord who dispersed the formation. The 107 men also appeared amused by the recent events. Many eyes turned toward Lansius, a level of attention he was unustomed to.


    Arte returned to his seat and asked, “What is your name, man?”


    “It’s Lansius, my lord,” he responded, surprised that Arte would even ask. The social chasm between them was so wide that it would normally be unthinkable for Arte to need to remember the name of a lowly subject like him.


    "Lansius, you''re an interesting man. How about joining my retinue?" Arte''s offer drew chuckles from his knights.


    At this, Lansius was dumbfounded, struggling to process the unexpected offer.


    ***


    Two weeks had passed since the arrival of the armed column. The trees had shed their orange leaves, and the cold air from the western Targe mountains had descended upon the Arvena hignds, signaling the approaching winter.


    Despite the usual calm during this time, the town and viges near Bendia saw an influx of armed men arriving from distant towns and cities. The majority didn''t stay and continued their march eastward. Most traveled light, as supplies were plentiful and easy toe by so soon after the harvest.


    The situation reached its peak when Lord Maurice of Arvena, Arte''s father, arrived in Bendia with his personal column.


    Today was the second day after the Lord''s arrival. Despite all the military activities and the rising prices, the Arryn''s household continued their life as usual, except for the addition of a mother and daughter who were war refugees. Arryn dly sheltered them in her house.


    The guests helped with the chores and offered some coins for food. With the farm empty for winter, Arryn, Tanya, and the guests went to the wool shop. Meanwhile, the boys were busy fixing things like roofs, window covers, and fences.


    Despite his training, Marc was only out at noon for a few hours. Interestingly, Marc wasn''t the only one brushing up on military matters. Last week, Lansius had encountered a rather memorable scene involving himself, the troops, and the young lord.


    While Lansius didn''t think much of this encounter, others insisted that he had impressed the young Lord, who had asked him to join. However, Lansius felt that the young Lord was only joking, as he was neither a fighter nor apetent scribe.


    As the sun was rising and today wasundry day, Marc and Lansius busily scrubbed and beat their clothes with a wooden bat before rinsing them.


    Suddenly, a woman’s voice rang out from outside, “Lansius. I’m looking for Lansius.”


    Marc and Lansius stared at each other. Lansius cleaned his hand from the white ash they used as a detergent, but Marc headed straight to the front.


    “Wow, a woman, not from Bendia, too. I never thought this could happen to you,” Marcmented sarcastically.


    Lansius sshed water on Marc for his stupidment.


    “Bah!” Marc reacted by trying to smack Lansius’ back as he went past him, but missed. He ended up grinning and shaking his head while returning to hisundry.


    The woman leaned against the short wooden fence, her hands resting lightly on the rough wood. Unlike most of the women in the vige, her hair was cut short.


    “I’m Lansius,” he said as he approached.


    “I can tell from the hair,” she quipped.


    Lansius unconsciously frowned. Unlike other people’s brown hair, his was almost charcoal dark. He disliked it as it made him stand out.


    The woman missed the subtle change. “Are you really a foreigner?”


    "I think so. Even now, I''m struggling to talk." He wasn''t being modest; despite two years and daily chats in the vige za, he was only slightly better than basic.


    “I understand you enough.” She straightened her posture and revealed a weathered ck gambeson. An exquisite-looking belt decorated her waist and a well-worn scabbard hung neatly on one side.


    “I’m Stefi, a Squire. They sent me to help you on the journey ahead.” She gave a little bow at the end.


    Lansius blinked several times to process what he just heard.


    <em>Ehhh... a squire? Apany me? A girl...!?</em>


    Nervously, Lansius guessed why she was here. He concluded that the young lord''s offer was real. However, nobody had informed him about this arrangement.


    “May I call you master Lansius?” she asked indifferently.


    “Eh, no, I’m not someone important. Just Lans is enough," he rified.


    Stefi stared at him briefly. Lansius noticed that there was something about her gaze. It was so abnormally powerful and prating.


    Not wanting to start on the wrong foot, Lansius decided to exin his stance. “Listen, before anything else, you should know that I haven’t made my decision yet.”


    She looked surprised. An invitation from a noble was a formality. It was hardly refused, either due to its prestige and opportunity, or fear of punishment. “Are you by any chance afraid of the uing battle?”


    “That is one concern, yes,” he admitted. Life for him was already hard without sanitation and antibiotics. Adding war into the mix would be suicidal.


    Stefi offered a stiff smile and exined, “Be at peace. At most, you’re probably going to work as a scribe.”


    “But I never travel out and I can’t even write that well.”


    Lansius'' confession broke the ice and made the squire chuckle. “That’s why I’m here. And Lans, put more trust in your ability. I was there, you know, when you counted the troops.”


    “Ah…” he muttered.


    “The troops had barely assumed formation. The squires just started their counts when you finished counting. How did you do that?” Stefi asked with great interest.


    “It’s just multiplication,” he said, but he knew that mental math was umon in this era.


    “But you didn’t even use a multiplication table. That’s amazing, you know?”


    The way Stefi said it made Lansius rather proud. However, he still had doubts. “I’m just a farmer turned teacher. I only want to live in peace.”


    “Ahh, so you’re that kind of man,” she said, gazing out across thendscape.


    “I’m not sure I follow,” Lansius replied.


    “Humble. Many people get a speck of skill and be pompous and haughty.”


    Lansius couldn’t help but smile at her kind words.


    “Is that your house?” She gestured at the small hovel.


    “Yup,” he remarked without any intention of hiding that he lived in poverty.


    “Looks cozy and well taken care of, aside from the rotted thatched roof and wood panels," Stefi observed.


    "Indeed, it needs a bit of repair," Lansius admitted.


    Stefi nodded sympathetically. "Must be costly..."


    "Yep." Lansius knew where the conversation was headed and braced himself for her sales pitch.


    "So why don''t you ept the offer? Being a lord’s retainer brings wealth and status. What’s not to like?”


    Lansius was hesitant and asked sheepishly, "Do you know about the pay?"


    “For nonbatants on a campaign, it’s usually half silver a day.”


    Half silver was six copper; it was six times his ie. Lansius started to see the benefit.


    “I don’t know about teachers’ pay, but I think it’s hard to pay for a better house,” Stefi teased.


    Lansius unconsciously nodded in agreement.


    Stefi noticed the subtle change. “I heard you guys aren’t rted, but... don’t you want to help them out? I imagine working thend is hard on the body.”


    Lansius exhaled deeply. Mother Arryn’s back was getting worse while blue dyes wrecked Tanya’s fingers. The family had taken care of him, aplete stranger. It was only natural for him to help them back.


    “How about if I return tomorrow morning for your answer?” She knew not to push too hard.


    “Yeah, that’s probably for the best.”


    “I hope you say yes, otherwise I’m stuck with half-pay,” Stefimented without sounding bitter.


    “Eh, why?”


    “Well, because I don’t have a duty right now,” she answered tly.


    “But you’re a squire?”


    “A masterless one. My knight master, unfortunately, died on a hunt. Maybe I’ll tell you about her when we have the time.”


    “I’m sorry to hear that… but why won’t other knights employ you?”


    She giggled. “Because I’m a female and most all other knights are males. If I fuck around and be pregnant, then they’ll be the one who gets the me.”


    “T-that’s awful…” He felt embarrassed by the frank answer.


    Sheughed. “It’s just ame joke. But yeah, at any rate, you would be stuck with me. But don’t worry. I’m more reliable than my looks.”


    Lansius smiled at Stefi’s self-promotion. "Is itmon for women to be squires or knights?"


    Stefi furrowed her brows momentarily. "Oh, I guess you didn''t know since you''re not from here. It''s rare. Probably my master and I were the only ones, so I usually work with the servants. Why, do you wish to change for another squire?"


    "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "I''m just curious."


    Sensing a change in his mood, she asked, "So, how about it? Are youing?"


    He mulled about it. “Are you sure about no fighting?”


    “Of course! We’re only defending against a small incursion. We’ll be mostly at the rear, far from any battle.”


    Lansius was getting swayed. He looked around to settle his mind and spotted Marc hanging clothes.


    “He too, would get an exemption,” she whispered.


    Lansius’ eyes widened. He looked her dead in the eye and asked, “Are you sure?”


    “It’smon knowledge that the Lord can only levy one from a family.”


    He knew that most men in the vige had already answered the call. While a lord couldn''t legally force the same man to answer the call multiple times, they could impose a quota on the vige or settlement. As a result, many volunteered multiple times on behalf of their sons or other male rtives. Youngsters and first-timers like Marc, who had no protection from their parents or uncles, were sure to get selected.


    Lansius finally found his courage. “When will we depart?”


    Stefi smiled brightly. “Tomorrow after sunrise.”


    “So soon?” he asked while trying to steel his resolve.


    “Winter ising in a month or two, so we’re running out of time,” she remarked. “Don’t worry, I’ll prep you up and show you the basics.”


    Lansius remained doubtful. He couldn''t shake off the feeling that he was being treated as an exotic pet with a talent for numbers. If that were the case, assigning him a squire would make sense - not as an assistant, but more like a handler.


    Despite his pessimism, he still wanted to repay the family’s kindness. Lansius wasn’t trying to y a hero. For him, it was about survival chances. Obviously, a scribe in the backline was safer than footmen in the frontline. As he reached out to offer his right hand, he found himself already contemting the words he would use to say goodbye to the family, preparing an excuse for Arryn, Marc, and especially Tanya.


    Stefi took Lansius'' hand, and the two sped hands to seal the deal. "I swear to protect you from harm and injury until we reach our destination."


    “I put my life in your care,” Lansius said, taking a leap of faith.


    Autumn of Elven Calendar 4422 was drawing to a close.


    ***