Several hours later they had crossed the bridge South-East of Lake Geir and past the road East to Riften when they stopped at what was obviously an Imperial Camp. Another, equally large battalion of soldiers, led by General Tullius awaited their arrival. ‘General Tullius, bah! Should have known he’d leave the safety of Solitude just to see my capture! Probably hoping to get a pat on the back from the Emperor. As if he was responsible for my capture, bloody fool wasn’t even there!’
“General Tullius Sir, we’ve captured the rebel leader!” the legate leading the ambush greeted the Imperial general. “Well done men”, Tullius complimented “rest up, we leave at first light”. The general then turned to his own battalion “guard them well, do not let them escape!” With that the soldiers from the ambush took their leave, finding places to rest, while the new battalion took up positions to guard Ulfric and his men. ‘Definitely no chance of escape now. Damn it! Galmar will have a fit when he finds out! I’ll never hear the end of it if we do manage to escape!’ With a defeated sigh, Ulfric allowed himself to doze, knowing there was nothing he could do for now anyway.
The sun was only just rising when the Legate’s voice woke him from his slumber. “Throw the horse thief on a cart and let’s be off!” Ulfric watched as a thin, dirty man in rags was pushed onto his cart. The Jarl’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the thief. ‘Such a pitiful little man! A thief, bah! There’s plenty of honest work to be done in here! Skyrim is land of honest, hard workers, there’s no place for thieves! Especially horse thieves. The worst kind that lot! A horse is an honourable creature, loyal to its rider when bonded properly. To break that bond through thievery… bah!’
It was not long before they were on the move again, once more accompanied by the soldiers from the ambush and with the addition of General Tullius and the horse thief. ‘I wonder where they’ll take us. Not Solitude from the looks of it. Probably Cyrodiil then… not good. Once we cross the border, any hopes of escape will be wiped out. Damn! How could this have happened?’ Ulfric was furious with the situation, angry at himself for not listening to Galmar, sad at the prospect of the deaths of good people fighting for what they believe in.
Inner thoughts of a rebellious Jarl (2/6)
“General Tullius Sir, we’ve captured the rebel leader!” the legate leading the ambush greeted the Imperial general. “Well done men”, Tullius complimented “rest up, we leave at first light”. The general then turned to his own battalion “guard them well, do not let them escape!” With that the soldiers from the ambush took their leave, finding places to rest, while the new battalion took up positions to guard Ulfric and his men. ‘Definitely no chance of escape now. Damn it! Galmar will have a fit when he finds out! I’ll never hear the end of it if we do manage to escape!’ With a defeated sigh, Ulfric allowed himself to doze, knowing there was nothing he could do for now anyway.
The sun was only just rising when the Legate’s voice woke him from his slumber. “Throw the horse thief on a cart and let’s be off!” Ulfric watched as a thin, dirty man in rags was pushed onto his cart. The Jarl’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the thief. ‘Such a pitiful little man! A thief, bah! There’s plenty of honest work to be done in here! Skyrim is land of honest, hard workers, there’s no place for thieves! Especially horse thieves. The worst kind that lot! A horse is an honourable creature, loyal to its rider when bonded properly. To break that bond through thievery… bah!’
It was not long before they were on the move again, once more accompanied by the soldiers from the ambush and with the addition of General Tullius and the horse thief. ‘I wonder where they’ll take us. Not Solitude from the looks of it. Probably Cyrodiil then… not good. Once we cross the border, any hopes of escape will be wiped out. Damn! How could this have happened?’ Ulfric was furious with the situation, angry at himself for not listening to Galmar, sad at the prospect of the deaths of good people fighting for what they believe in.