When Colonel Cornelius, the Dean of the Military Academy, confronted Colonel Pal, the supreme commander of Narcissus Fort, Captain Fritz, the chief Centurion of the United Provinces Republic's Second "Firm" National Corps, was leading his men in a swift march toward The State Palace.
The journey from the suburban garrison to Martyrs' Square was less than five kilometers, a flat and spacious route wide enough for four carriages to travel side by side.
Captain Fritz had lost count of how many times he had walked this road, but never had it felt so interminable as it did today.
"Do they know they are taking part in a rebellion?" Captain Fritz wondered calmly.
"They" referred to the fully armed and fiercely determined soldiers and comrades closely following behind Fritz's warhorse at this very moment.
