Near End - 3
"What are you thinking my Lord?", the army General asked moving his horse closer to the King's as he watched his men preparing for what could be their last war... It took a moment before King realized that he wasn't the only person over the cliff, at least not anymore!
"Daksha Ji you are here? How are our men doing?"
"They're doing fine. By the day's break we'll be all set to march down the hill. Their bodies are extremely exhausted however hearts are more charged then ever before."
The King didn't answer to this. He once again engaged himself in silently observing his men sharpening their swords and spears, fixing their saddles, feeding their horses and dressing themselves in the armor.
"Daksha Ji do you remember our first meeting?"
"Of course I do, my Lord. You were a young lad, a teenager with really bright and dreamy eyes. I still remember how cherished you were to see the swords, armors, and arms gallery! Enthusiastic, creative, zestful..."
"And foolish. Are you forgetting that Daksha Ji?", King interrupted his general with a serious look but broke into a smile just a second later.
Daksha probably didn't expect the King to remember that meeting with such minute details. The memories of that day now stuck him more precisely...