“At least you’re honest!” Ferric laughed. “You know how many men I get telling me they’ve killed hundreds, like it’s something to be proud of?” Then he sobered, pressed his lips together and said patiently, “You understand you’re exactly the kind of soldier who’s not ready to do this, Private?”
“Yes, sir. I understand.” Lucas rose to leave, hanging his head.
“Wait!” Ferric called, leaning forward again. “I wasn’t saying you’re out yet, Private. Stay. Tell me why you want to do this, if you know you’re not really up for it.”
Lucas sighed. He couldn’t explain about Justine…what could he say? “I…I want to help, sir. My company is remaining on the beach, and while it sounds relaxed…I want to be doing something. I want to be serving, I want to help stop the Kandarins, sir.”
“If all you’re going to do is spew that bull, soldier, then maybe you should go. Give me an honest answer,” Ferric snapped sternly. “Why did you REALLY join up, son? You’re young and smart enough to know better than all that ‘I’m going to serve my country,’ stuff. Tell me the truth.”
Lucas had to smile, at that. The commander was clever, indeed. “Her name is Justine,” Lucas replied, and his smile widened as he thought of her. “She’s a merchant’s son in Varrock. And I, I’m the son of a servant to the King. That’s hardly worthy of her, sir. Her father – he – he said I’m not a man, sir. I want to prove otherwise, and I can’t do that sitting on the beach, letting the war go on elsewhere.”
Ferric nodded slowly, with his own faraway smile. “Now that, I understand. I joined for a girl named Myra, in Lumbridge. I’m a baker’s son, you see, and she was far too good for me.”
“And what happened, sir?” Lucas blurted out.
Ferric chuckled. “Married somebody else while I was away in the last war, and that’s why I’m here now. But that won’t happen to you, I’m sure!” he added hastily. Lucas laughed softly.
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