The Imperial Army continued this parade before the Emperor until the voluminous square was filled with soldiers. Flanking the Dragoons on both sides were brown-clad companies of scouts with quivers of arrows slung over their shoulders. Behind them were regiments of crossbowmen and archers in chain mail armor. The rear of the square held a variety of light cavalry units, each company bearing its own distinctive color. Everywhere sun reflected from helmets and body armor.
“There,” the Emperor told Ben with a broad sweep of his arm in the direction of the square, “you see the power of Feyr. There is nothing that can withstand our might.”
Ben nodded. He was indeed awed by the sight. Their medieval weaponry would be comical on Earth, except for their magical leaps and the glimmer shard fortified armor, which was probably bulletproof. No, there was nothing laughable about them. He was fully aware of the deadly power assembled here, and he feared for the Caldens if Kantab sent his forces into their land. The raw display of might also drove home to Ben the ruthlessness of the Emperor’s intentions and the danger he would face if he dared to defy Kantab.
“Consider my offer well,” the Emperor said to Ben. His voice was still friendly, but the ring of authority in it was clear. “Tonight, you will join us for dinner in the formal dining room and give me your answer. You will be returned to your world tomorrow. I hope you will do so as an Imperial agent, for your sake as well as for the benefit of the Empire.”
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