General Brut

ERIK

Shortly before dawn I slipped out of the furs and quietly got dressed. Tova was still sound asleep. I figured she would probably sleep a few more hours and she would be lucky if she wasn’t hung over. I chuckled, remembering her lack of inhibitions last night.

I got a cup of coffee and stood by the dying fire from last night. Someone was feeding it to keep it up and to ward off the chill, but it was much smaller than it was during the celebration. I was joined by one of my favorite Generals, Brut Sult.

He brought his coffee over in one hand and the other hand held some dried deer loin. He was chewing a chunk and he stood next to me silently, the only noise coming from his mastication.

He noisily swallowed and I waited for him to slurp some coffee. I knew he wanted to say something.

“Your queen,” he finally said.

“Yes, what about Tova,” I replied.

He grinned. “She’s something.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

He smacked me on the arm. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.