The Company Compound, 24th.
July 22nd, Early morning. Free Company Compound, Florence.
Renaud Roos was pleasantly surprised to discover that his wait would not be very long as he saw the guard returning with another man. By the looks of him he was someone not unfamiliar with command, although the former burgher had a little trouble believing, by the man's rather unusual state of dress - or undress - that his was the Captain the he had been told to seek out. Nevertheless, he greeted the man with a polite bow as he approached, and made a rather extraordinary manoeuvre to dismount from his gigantic white horse.
"Greetings!" the man said, motioning for one of the guards to take the mount's reins. "I am sergeant Alv of The Free Company. I hear you are seeking our commander".
"That is correct. Where can I find him?"
"I am afraid, sir, that he is still asleep. Have you had breakfast yet, sir?"
"No," Renaud replied. "And please, sergeant, call me mister Renaud Roos. Better still, Renaud."
"Well, Renaud, if you just allow me to find some more suitable clothes, I am sure the cook will make us some breakfast. As you can see from the smoke over there, he is already baking bread?"
"Good. I have with me some cheese", he said, patting the bags on his saddle.
"Do you want me to carry that, sir?", Alv asked.
"Please, I am not a noble, sergeant. I am used to carrying my belongings myself!"
As they entered the compound, a slight flick of his hand served as a command for his men to follow him, and the tight formation quickly resumed their march into the open training ground beyond the gates.
Renaud halted for several minutes as the Free Company man went to don more appropriate attire, and Renaud took the opportunity to instruct his own sergeant to drill the men on the parade ground. He had noticed, an hour or so earlier, that one man had allowed his pike to dip slightly as they had rounded a corner and that he had subsequently fallen very slightly out of stride for three paces. Such laxity of discipline was abhorrent to the burgher, and the entire
Keil would now pay the price by marching in tight formation, with many twists and turns, for the next three hours, or until such time as the burgher was satisfied that the point had been made.
Upon Alv's return - and his obvious bemusement with the squad's renewed activity - Renaud followed the man towards the mess tent.
It was all Alv could do not to stare at the stranger, for he was even shorter than the sergeant had guessed when he had first seen him astride the horse. If Renaud was more than five foot four, Alv would happily have eaten the man's impeccably shining black riding boots. Being one of the less towering members of the Free Company, Alv found it quite a surprising change to have to look down so far to meet a man's eyes.
Upon closer examination, the Swiss commander seemed to have a very compact and lean frame, carrying a considerable amount of well-toned muscle and virtually no fat. There was a look to the man's narrow brown eyes, and the lines of age and concern that weathered the man's face, that told Alv in no uncertain terms that the former burgher was more than familiar with command, and would be a harsh task master. He seemed more chiselled than anything, although the silly feather that bobbed in the light breeze did serve to offset the overall impression somewhat.
Upon arriving at the mess hall, Alv indicated a place for the man to sit, and then went to the kitchen to badger the cook into serving them some early breakfast. He returned with some eggs, a loaf of fresh bread, and several rashers of freshly cooked bacon that the two men settled into with great aplomb.
"You men," Alv began as they simultaneously pushed back their now empty plates. "They seem to be very well disciplined."
The burgher smiled in appreciation of the compliment. "Thank you sergeant Alv. They are well trained, but they have their moments. That is why I have set them about their current task, for I noticed a slight error earlier that is unacceptable for a
Keil under my command."
"Please, sir. Just call me Alv. And what is a
Kiel, sir?"
"Renaud, Alv."
"I beg your pardon. What is a
Keil, Renaud."
"That is what we call our army components in my country, Alv. Our armies are composed almost entirely of what you call infantry, and we organise them into
Keils - squads - of one hundred pike on the outside of a square and one hundred swordsmen and axemen in the centre of the square. We have found it a highly effective means, over the years, of countering the enemies' cavalry formations."
"Very interesting, Renaud." Alv began to contemplate rustling up a second breakfast when he suddenly noticed Captain entering the mess hall. It looked as though it had been a late night at the Locanda del Edgewater, for Captain was not moving with his usual speed and alertness. Nevertheless, Alv waved to catch his commander's attention, and the older man changed course towards their table.
"Good morning Alv. You're up early," Captain remarked. "And it appears that you have made a new acquaintance. I believe that I can safely guess that the
Keil that I just saw outside must belong to him."
Alv signed, wondering how it was that Captain always knew the right term for everything. "Indeed they do. May I present Renaud Roos from the - err - canton of - err -"
"The canton of Lucerne, sir," said Renaud in perfect French - although it seemed to have a slight accent to it - while rising to his feet. "And you would be 'Captain', I presume?" The short man looked up into the Free Company commander's eyes and extended his hand in greeting.
Captain showed only a flicker of surprise at the man's diminutive height, and clasped his hand in return. "To what do I owe the honour, burgher Roos," he said, guessing at the man's correct title.
The man gave Captain a friendly grin, opened a satchel that had been resting on the bench beside him, and presented the commander with a letter.
- Greetings, Robert. I trust that this message finds you in good health.
Word has recently reached me regarding an action that I deem you are very likely to take, and a journey you almost certainly will embark upon in the east. I hope you will indulge me by allowing me to repay one of many favours you have done for me in the past. The bearer of this letter is a man by the name of Renaud Roos, formerly a burger from the canton of Lucerne who has been displaced by the Austrians' recent aggressions in Schwyz.
Renaud is one of the more proficient infantry commanders I have become aware of in recent years, and he should present himself to you with a full Keil of the redoubtable Helvetian pike which he now offers for hire in the manner of a condottieri - or "mercenary" if you prefer. If you have never seen Swiss pike unit in action then you have rather a large and pleasant surprise in store for you - although they have some rather strange ideas of what "goes" and what doesn't "go" on a battle field. Suffice it to say that they are amongst the most bloodthirsty combatants I have ever laid eyes upon and they neither give nor take any quarter.
As to the nature of my "gift", I have taken it upon myself to contract Renaud's services and have told him to report to you for all further commands - although I will pay all his expenses and costs. I believe that, in the place that you are going, you may find his services invaluable, and I hope that you are able to make use of his talents.
Oh - by the way - don't let his stature put you off. He's one of the better swordsmen around at the moment, and his equestrian skills are quite impressive. He reminds me a little of Niccollo - but without the attitude.
Fare you well, and I will look for other "little" things that might be of interest to you by way of intelligence - or otherwise.
Your ever wiser - or should that be wizened - friend,
Francesco Sforza.
Captain looked up as he finished the letter. "Well," he said. "That certainly puts a different complexion on this meeting. Well met, Renaud Roos."
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