The Regiment was only two hours down the rutted dirt road when they came across the first village in desperate need of assistance.
And these ones were truly desperate, Dominic decided, as they had tried to stop and rob the armed convoy with pitchforks. Even if they didn't all look half starved, that would have been enough to let him know that they were hungry beyond the boundaries of common sense.
So, he rode forward and raised his hand for the Regiment to lower their rifles.
"Sirs, madams. I can see that you're in dire need of assistance, and unable to help yourselves if you're starved enough to try your hand at robbing a group of bandits.
How about this? I will give you a passing grade for effort, a fail for execution, and we will donate two cured hams and a sack of rolled oats to your village as a consolation prize?" Dominic suggested.
