BSG | Event 0006 - The Honour Guard
General Summary
One evening Calimaco Bladesong is sitting up in bed, reading some paperwork, when a filth-encrusted peasant wanders into his bedchamber, as bold as brass.
Johnny Horsewheels:'Allo, Your Maj'. Glad I finally found you, this bloody place is a maze! Mind if I take a seat?King Calimaco Bladesong:
Yes, I do mind!Johnny Horsewheels:
I'll stand then. No problem.
Listen, I've got a bloody great idea for you. What if we chopped the legs off horses and replaced 'em with wheels? BOOM! Faster transport!
Before the peasant can explain further, the Marshal bursts into the bedchamber, sword drawn.
Marshal Leonine:Your Majesty! I'm sorry I didn't come sooner - I have no idea where Palace Watch are! Do you want me to kill this intruder?King Calimaco Bladesong:
Just kick him out.Marshal Leonine:
Arms behind your back, scumbag.
The peasnt is dragged from the bedchamber, still babbling about horse wheels. When the Marshal returns, she looks grim.
Marshal Leonine:King Calimaco Bladesong:If one thing's clear from this mess, it's that you need an Honour Guard who can actually keep you safe. Not like the pathetic Watch.
Think carefully, Your Majesty - these guards' loyalties will be divided between you and their region. Of course, you could just hire foreign mercenaries; they'd be loyal to coin above all.
I have made my decision.Marshal Leonine:
I await your verdict with bated breath, Your Majesty.King Calimaco Bladesong:
I don't need an Honour Guard.Marshal Leonine:
King Calimaco Bladesong:Your Majesty, I must protest in the strongest possible terms. The Nobles will consider this an insult to their warriors' prowess.
And more importantly, without an Honour Guard, you're totally unprotected! Is your life worth so little to you?
You're right. I've changed my mind.Marshal Leonine:
I await your verdict with bated breath, Your Majesty.King Calimaco Bladesong:
The Southern nuns.Marshal Leonine:
I will make the arrangements at once.
The battle-nuns arrive in the Palace a few weeks later. They nod to Calimaco silently, their solemn steel masks betraying nothing, before filing into formation behind the throne.
