Oliver had thought, in his lack of understanding, that when he asked those peasant men to be heroes, he did so by force, with his Command, and he built something that was not already there. He was not to know that those seeds had been growing with each passing day – those same men had been watching and waiting for such a command. They had grown used to combat, enough so that they could almost be comfortable with it. With their General going so far beyond himself, they desired the opportunity to do the same.
So it was with a smile on his face that the peasant man watched, and he waited, surrounded by superior men. He was a watchful little wolf, his heart beating with a feeling of euphoria. He had never felt so alive. He knew not how he would match his enemy, he only had absolute belief that, whatever route he took, by his Lord's profound understanding, he would reach that desired goal, and he would do what was asked of him.
