Disclaimer: There will be a lot of violence in this chapter. You can skip this chapter if you are sensitive.

It is currently 5:30 in the French camp. Wellington slowly opens his eyes as he hears someone outside the tent. Wellington immediately looks up and Marshal Ney enters the tent. Marshal Ney smirks then he starts speaking in a calm and slightly cheerful voice.

Marshal Ney: I thought I would never get to meet you. Especially under this circumstance.
Wellington: What would someone like you want Marshal?
Marshal Ney: Information. Specific information about your plans.
Wellington: Your not going to get them.
Marshal Ney: I will get the information eventually. Even if it means possibly hurting you in the process.
Wellington: You would have to just kill me. Because I'm not going to give you anything.

Marshal Ney: I'm not going to kill you. I need information from you first.
Wellington: You are not going to get anything, Marshal. You will just have to kill me.
Marshal Ney: I will get something out of you and then your brother will end you. Then this war will be over.
Wellington: This war won't be over if you kill me, Marshal.

Marshal Ney calmly walks over to Wellington and he violently slaps him across the face. Marshal Ney starts speaking in an irritated voice.

Marshal Ney: Putain de bâtard tu vas tout me dire. (You fucking bastard you are going to tell me everything.)
Wellington: Tu réalises que je comprends le français. (You do realize that I understand French.)
Marshal Ney: Tu me dégoutes. (You disgust me.)
Wellington: Donc tu n'aimes pas que je parle dans ta langue? (So you don't like me speaking in your language?)
Marshal Ney: Non c'est juste entendre la langue que je parle sortir de la bouche d'un anglais me dégoûte énormément. (No it's just that hearing the language I speak coming out of an Englishman's mouth disgusts me greatly.)
Wellington: Je m'excuse de vous avoir fait ressentir cela, Maréchal. (I apologise for making you feel that way, Marshal.)

Marshal Ney rolls his eyes and then he slaps Wellington across the face again. Marshal Ney starts speaking in a threatening tone.

Marshal Ney: You should be glad that I don't cut out your tongue. But then I guess I wouldn't be able to hear you beg for mercy before your brother kills you. I suggest you get some rest it's early.

Marshal Ney exits the tent and Wellington starts staring at the ground once again.

*Wellington in thought*
Would he really cut my tongue out? I wouldn't expect such a man like him do that.

I wonder who is going to get me out of this predicament.

The Marshal also wants to torture me. That is just great. Then Henry will kill me.

I honestly didn't expect the Marshal to want to torture me himself. He also seems way too pleased about it. Has he possibly tortured people before?

I just hope someone gets me out of here soon. Kitty will be getting worried. She would have definitely noticed that I didn't return last night. I hope that she doesn't come and find me. I don't want to know what the French could do to her. They could hurt her just to get me to talk.

Stop panicking Arthur. Calm yourself. They want you to panic so that they can get you to talk. Just get some rest.

Wellington slowly closes his eyes and tries to get some rest. Thirty minutes later Wellington hears someone walking outside the tent. He then slowly opens his eyes and lifts his head up. Joseph Ney then enters the tent and Wellington stares at Joseph with a look of slight confusion. He then starts speaking in a calm yet slightly confused voice.

Wellington: Who are you?
Joseph Ney: I'm General Joseph Ney.
Wellington: I saw you yesterday. It seems that my brother is protective of you.
Joseph Ney: We are just friends. I gave him a place to stay in this war. As you no longer care about him. It seems he cares about me more than I thought he would.
Wellington: I do care about him even though the relationship between me and him has broken apart.

Joseph Ney laughs and a couple of minutes later he stops and smirks. Then he starts speaking in a mocking tone.

Joseph Ney: That is honestly sad and pathetic that you still care about him. He hates you he wants you dead!
Wellington: I will always care about him.
Joseph Ney: Well that's too bad that he will never care about you again.
Wellington: I did nothing wrong.
Joseph Ney: They all say that. But you did do something wrong.

Joseph Ney violently punches Wellington in the face. Causing Wellington's nose to bleed. Joseph Ney starts speaking in an irritated tone.

Joseph Ney: You should be glad that you aren't dead.
Wellington: You know that you can't kill me. Your father has ordered that no one can kill me. He wants information out of me.
Joseph Ney: I'm not going to disobey my father's orders. I'm not that foolish Englishman.
Wellington: You don't seem that foolish. You seem just like your father. A smart man. But less violent.
Joseph Ney: Well yes, I am possibly less violent than him. He told me that he wanted to cut your tongue out. But that doesn't mean that I can't hurt you. Make you bleed.

Joseph Ney sighs to himself out of irritation. He then starts speaking in a slightly calmer tone.

Joseph Ney: Get some rest. I might see you later.

Joseph Ney exits the tent and then Wellington slowly closes his eyes and tries to get some rest.

*Wellington in thought*
Why can't I sleep?

Am I just too worried to sleep?

Just calm yourself, Arthur. You need to sleep. Even though sleeping like this is uncomfortable. If you don't sleep they will get to you.

Calm your mind, Arthur. Focus on something positive. It will help you rest. Go to sleep Arthur!

Wellington eventually goes to sleep and enters his fantasies. Wellington slowly opens his eyes and he notices that he is in his father's castle. He also hears a soft violin tune playing down a nearby hallway. He begins following the sound of the soft and soothing tune down the hallway. Wellington eventually stops in front of a room that has a slightly open door. He listens to the calming music while gently pushing the door open.

Garret Wellesley stops playing the violin as he notices the sound of the door slowly creaking open. He then starts speaking in a calm yet serious voice.

Garret Wellesley: Arthur do you really have to be so awkward?
Wellington: Sorry father. Even though I am a man now and in charge of a whole Army. I guess my awkwardness has remained. Although I'm not as awkward as I use to be.
Garret Wellesley: You use to stick to yourself and you didn't like being at Eton. But even through all that you still found love and became a great military commander.
Wellington: Unfortunately, I am in a bit of a predicament in the real world. I don't know how to get out of it. I'm worried about what is going to happen to me. I'm worried about what is going to happen to my wife.
Garret Wellesley: What's wrong my son?

Wellington: I have been captured by the French. I'm worried that they might capture my wife too and hurt her to get information out of me. They want to kill me, father.
Garret Wellesley: Arthur. You are a smart man and I'm sure that you will get out of this one.
Wellington: I've tried to think of a way out but I can't. They are going to hurt me!
Garret Wellesley: Arthur come here.

Garret Wellesley carefully puts his violin down. Then Wellington calmly walks over to Garret Wellesley. Then Garret Wellesley gently hugs Wellington. Wellington then begins to quietly cry. Garret Wellesley starts speaking in a soft and soothing voice.

Garret Wellesley: Stop panicking Arthur. You are going to be alright. They will not hurt your wife. You will get out of the situation you are in.
Wellington: I don't know how to get out of the situation! The truth is I am scared. Even though I'm not showing my fear to them deep down I am scared.
Garret Wellesley: Arthur they want you to be scared. That's how they will break you. They use fear. I want you to be brave Arthur.
Wellington: Your right I need to stop being scared. Otherwise, it will just be too easy for them to just break me and get what they need out of me. Then Henry will kill me.

Garret Wellesley: You are a brave man Arthur. You are also very smart. I know that you will get out of this situation.
Wellington: Doubtful about the brave part. Every time I tried to do something brave I ended up almost getting myself killed. It's more foolishness than bravery.
Garret Wellesley: Stop doubting yourself, Arthur. You seem to be quite a brave man to me.
Wellington: Really?
Garret Wellesley: Yes.

Garret Wellesley gently lets go of Wellington. Then he gently wipes Wellington's tears away and smiles a little bit. Garret Wellesley starts speaking in a calm yet slightly cheerful voice.

Garret Wellesley: You need to stop doubting yourself and have some faith in yourself, my dear boy.
Wellington: Your right father.
Garret Wellesley: I believe that you can get out of the situation you are in. I will always believe in you. But you also need to believe in yourself, Arthur.
Wellington: Thank you, father and you are right. I do need to believe in myself a bit more. I need to stop doubting myself.
Garret Wellesley: Don't let them get to you, Arthur.
Wellington: I won't let them get to me.

Garret Wellesley: Remember to not give up Arthur and to believe in yourself.
Wellington: Yes father I will remember that.
Garret Wellesley: Good. Now go get yourself out of that situation and protect Europe from those French bastards.
Wellington: Yes father.

Wellington slowly opens his eyes and notices that it's lighter outside. He then hears someone walking outside of the tent. Joseph Ney suddenly enters the tent with a bowl of vegetable soup. Joseph then puts the soup down on a nearby table. He then walks over to Wellington and starts slowly loosening the ropes and moving them up Wellington's arms so his hands are free.

Wellington awkwardly stares at Joseph Ney who stares back with a look of slight irritation and disgust. Joseph Ney then walks over to the nearby table and grabs the bowl of soup. Then he calmly walks over to Wellington and holds out the bowl of soup to Wellington. Wellington continues awkwardly staring at Joseph Ney who then rolls his eyes. Joseph Ney starts speaking in a slightly irritated tone.

Joseph Ney: Eat Englishman. You should be glad I'm offering you something to eat in the first place.
Wellington: I'm not hungry.
Joseph Ney: Oh for the love of the Lord. I don't want you starving yourself to death. Even though you are our prisoner we need you alive. So eat something or I will just force it down your throat myself.
Wellington: How can I trust that you aren't trying to poison me again?
Joseph Ney: I'm not trying to poison you! If I wanted to kill you I would have killed you yesterday. Now just eat for Christs sake!

Wellington: I still don't trust you.
Joseph Ney: I'm not going to kill you. If I was I would have just shot you or stabbed you. Besides, I know that I'm under orders to not kill you. Now eat.

Wellington continues awkwardly staring at Joseph Ney. Suddenly Joseph tries to force the vegetable soup down Wellington's throat. But Wellington kicks Joseph causing Joseph to stumble backwards and drop the bowl. This causes Joseph's uniform to end up covered in vegetable soup. Joseph Ney sighs out of annoyance and disgust. He then slaps Wellington across the face.

Then he begins firmly tying Wellington's hands together. Joseph Ney starts speaking in an irritated and slightly disgusted voice.

Joseph Ney: You bastard I just had this uniform cleaned.
Wellington: My apologies. But I would prefer it if you didn't try and force food down my throat.
Joseph Ney: This is utterly disgusting.
Wellington: Again my apologies for that.
Joseph Ney: Stop apologising. I know that you meant what you did.

Joseph Ney exits the tent and starts yelling out of annoyance.

Joseph Ney: Will somebody please fetch me a clean uniform!? The prisoner made my uniform dirty!
???: That looks disgusting sir.

Joseph Ney stops yelling and starts speaking in an irritated tone.

Joseph Ney: Indeed it does Lieutenant Alexandre Joubert. Now if you please get me a clean uniform Lieutenant.
Alexandre Joubert: Yes sir.
Joseph Ney: Quickly Lieutenant!
Alexandre Joubert: Yes sir!

Alexandre Joubert hastily runs off to go fetch a clean uniform for Joseph Ney. Meanwhile, in the Prussian camp, Lawrence is slowly waking up. He slowly opens his eyes allowing them to adjust to the morning light. Lawrence suddenly spots something lying on his desk. He then slowly gets up and walks over to his desk and stares at the black and silver sheath. He also notices that the sheath has a sabre inside it. He also notices a small piece of paper in front of the sheath.

Lawrence gently picks up the piece of paper and unfolds it and reads what has been written on it.

Lieutenant Sundermann, I have been meaning to give this to you for a while.

It was your fathers sabre and I noticed that you don't have a sabre of your own. I know that Lieutenants normally carry sabres on them. Maybe you just preferred to not carry one around. I know that they can be a hassle.

Also, I wish you luck on your mission to rescue the Duke of Wellington. Please don't get yourself killed Lawrence.

- King Frederick II

Lawrence puts the note in his pocket. Then he carefully grabs the sheath and attaches it to the side of his belt. He then slowly draws the sabre and stares at the shiny silver blade. He lifts the blade up and notices the name Alexander Sundermann engraved into the blade. Lawrence then puts the sabre back into his sheath. He then walks over to his bed and stares at Wellington's sabre which is lying beside his bed.

*Lawrence in thought*
I need to save Lord Wellington.

I also need to return his sabre to him. He most definitely won't allow me to keep his sabre.

He might be glad that I saved it from being stolen by the French.

I also wonder how grateful he will be when I rescue him from the French camp.

I don't know how I'm going to sneak into the French camp without being caught myself. But I'm sure that I will find a way into that camp full of bastards. The difficult part will be getting out of that camp without possibly getting myself killed.

I will also have to protect Lord Wellington and make sure he doesn't get killed either. That wouldn't be good at all if Lord Wellington was killed especially if I'm going to be the one protecting him.

I will also need to thank the King for giving me, my father's sabre. Although I do wonder why the King has had it this whole time. Was he waiting to give it to me?

I better get going. Who knows what the bastards are doing to Lord Wellington?

Lawrence takes his father's sabre out of the sheath. Then he walks over to his bed and grabs Wellington's sabre and puts it in the sheath. He then puts his father's sabre down beside his bed.

*Lawrence in thought*
I'm not sure if I should be the one to wield my father's sword yet.

That sword belonged to a General. Which I am not.

Although it is a gift from the King and I should accept it. It is respectful to accept a gift from the King. I can't just turn it down that would be seen as rude.

I have a reason to be currently wielding Lord Wellington's sabre. I need to return it to him and keep it out of French hands.

But I don't know how to feel about wielding the sabre that my father once wielded.

Lawrence continues staring at his father's sabre for a couple of minutes. Then he exits his tent and starts calmly walking around the Prussian camp. Suddenly Frederick walks up to Lawrence and Lawrence stops and stares at Frederick. Frederick starts speaking in a calm yet serious voice.

Frederick: Please be careful Lawrence.
Lawrence: I will Your Majesty.

Frederick stares at the hilt of the sabre that's in the sheath on Lawrence's belt. He starts speaking in a calm yet slightly confused tone.

Frederick: That sabre is not the one I gave you is it?
Lawrence: No it's Lord Wellington's sabre. I plan to return it to him after I rescue him from the French camp.
Frederick: Are you planning to wield your father's sabre?
Lawrence: I'm unsure about wielding it, Your Majesty.
Frederick: Why are you unsure about wielding it, Lawrence?

Lawrence: It was my father's and his blade has killed many. I'm not sure if I'm ready to be wielding it. Let alone using it on the battlefield.
Frederick: I understand Lawrence. But I'm sure that someday you will feel ready to wield your father's blade.
Lawrence: Your right Your Majesty I'm sure that someday I will be ready to wield it.
Frederick: Now go rescue your commander Lawrence and don't get yourself killed.
Lawrence: Dont worry Your Majesty I won't get myself killed.
Frederick: Good.

Lawrence continues calmly walking around the Prussian camp. Eventually, he gets to the British camp and Benedict Fraser calmly walks up to Lawrence. He then starts speaking in a calm yet serious voice.

Benedict Fraser: Where are you going, Lieutenant?
Lawrence: I'm going to rescue Lord Wellington from the French camp sir.
Benedict Fraser: Just don't get yourself killed Lieutenant. I know what you are like.
Lawrence: I won't sir.
Benedict Fraser: Your not going to walk to the French camp are you, Lieutenant?

Lawrence: I guess I will need a quick escape.
Benedict Fraser: I suggest taking a horse Lieutenant. You will be able to get there quicker and you will also be able to escape quicker.
Lawrence: I've only ridden a horse once in my life sir and that horse didn't like me much.
Benedict Fraser: You may ride my horse Lieutenant. She is much tamer and doesn't mind other people riding her.
Lawrence: Thank you, sir.

Benedict Fraser whistles and a light grey horse calmly trots over. Lawrence carefully gets onto the horse. Benedict Fraser smiles at Lawrence and he starts speaking in a calm yet slightly confident tone.

Benedict Fraser: Go rescue Lord Wellington from those French bastards.
Lawrence: Yes sir!
Benedict Fraser: Good luck Lieutenant.
Lawrence: Thank you, sir.

Lawrence signals to the horse to move. The horse starts trotting which eventually turns into a gallop. Meanwhile, in the French camp, Wellington is awkwardly staring at the ground. Listening to the conversations going on outside of the tent. A couple of minutes later he hears someone happily whistling to themselves. A few minutes later Marshal Ney enters the tent. Wellington looks up and notices that Marshal Ney has a jet black whip in his hand. Marshal Ney starts speaking in a mocking tone.

Marshal Ney: Are you scared of this thing Englishman?

Wellington continues silently and awkwardly staring at Marshal Ney. Marshal Ney smirks and he continues speaking in a mocking tone.

Marshal Ney: I see it in your eyes you are afraid.
Wellington: I'm not afraid of you Marshal. I have no reason to fear you.
Marshal Ney: I can tell that you are afraid of something even if it's not me.
Wellington: I'm not going to tell you what I'm afraid of.
Marshal Ney: I don't need to know what you fear. I need to know your plans.

Marshal Ney walks to Wellington and he begins awkwardly trying to get Wellington's coat off. A couple of minutes later he eventually gets the coat off and throws it on the ground. He then walks behind Wellington and stops and stands there. Marshal Ney starts speaking in an annoyed tone.

Marshal Ney: I heard what you did to my son. You humiliated him which doesn't please me at all.

Marshal Ney suddenly violently strikes Wellington with the whip. Wellington flinches slightly due to the pain. Marshal Ney smirks and then he starts speaking in a threatening tone.

Marshal Ney: Don't do that again you bastard. Or else I will make you suffer even more for it.

Marshal Ney violently strikes Wellington with the whip again. Wellington stays still trying to not flinch or show any weakness. Marshal Ney continues speaking in a threatening tone.

Marshal Ney: We can do this the easy way and I will stop hurting you. Or we could do this the hard way and I will have to continue hurting you. So you could give me the information now or I could beat it out of you.
Wellington: I won't give you any information about my plans.
Marshal Ney: I knew that you would say that. It seems that we will be doing this the hard way then.

Marshal Ney violently strikes Wellington with the whip once again. Wellington quietly whimpers due to the pain. An hour later Lawrence arrives in the forest outside of the French camp. Lawrence carefully gets off the horse and hides behind a nearby tree. A couple of minutes later there is suddenly a war horn being blown in the distance. Lawrence smiles slightly recognising the sound.

*Lawrence in thought*
Thank you for the distraction, Victor.

I guess he somehow knew that I was going to rescue Wellington.

I better get ready to get in there and save Wellington.

Meanwhile, in the French camp, Marshal Ney hears the sound of the horn and he stops whipping Wellington. Marshal Ney starts speaking in an irritated tone.

Marshal Ney: It seems that someone has come to save you. Well, I better go sort that out and then I will come back and continue trying to get information out of you.

Marshal Ney hastily exits the tent. Meanwhile, outside of the French camp in the forest, Lawrence notices many of the French soldiers preparing for an attack. Lawrence hastily comes out of the forest and rushes into the French camp. Then he promptly sneaks into the tent that he saw Marshal Ney come out of. He stares at Wellington who is awkwardly staring at the ground. He also notices that Wellington seems to be in pain as he is quietly whimpering to himself. Lawrence calmly walks up to Wellington and he starts speaking in a calm yet quiet voice.

Lawrence: Sir it's me. It's Lieutenant Sundermann. I'm here to get you out of here.

Lawrence draws Wellington's sabre and then he carefully slices the ropes that are tied around Wellington's hands. Wellington looks up at Lawrence and he smiles a little bit. Then he starts speaking in a calm and quiet voice.

Wellington: Let's get out of here Lieutenant.
Lawrence: Yes sir. But are you going to be alright you seem to be in a lot of pain sir?
Wellington: I will be alright Lieutenant. I've had worse than this.
Lawrence: Here is your sabre, sir. I kept it safe from the French.
Wellington: Thank you, Lieutenant.

Wellington carefully grabs his sabre from Lawrence and puts it back into his sheath. He then slowly stands up and grabs his coat off the ground. Lawrence notices the deep and bleeding cuts on Wellington's back and he stares at them with concern. Wellington carefully puts his coat on and gently buttons it up. He then notices that Lawrence looks really concerned. He then starts speaking in a calm yet slightly serious voice.

Wellington: Lieutenant I'm fine. Now we need to get out of here quickly.
Lawrence: Yes sir.

Wellington and Lawrence promptly exit the tent and begin hastily making their way to the forest. Lawrence carefully gets on the horse. Then Wellington also gets on the horse. Suddenly, they hear some yelling in the French camp.

Alexandre Joubert: The prisoner has escaped!
Marshal Ney: Well find him, Lieutenant, and do it quickly!
Alexandre Joubert: Yes sir!

Wellington calmly sighs to himself and then he starts speaking in a calm voice.

Wellington: Get us out of here Lieutenant.
Lawrence: Yes sir.

Lawrence signals to the horse to move and the horse begins galloping through the forest. An hour later they notice the British and Prussian camps in the distance. Wellington starts speaking in a calm voice which has a hint of slight relief to it.

Wellington: I must thank you, Lieutenant, for getting me out of there. Who knows what they would have done to me.
Lawrence: Yes sir.
Wellington: I hope that won't happen again. It was not pleasant.
Lawrence: Indeed, it probably wasn't sir.

A few minutes later they eventually reach the British camp and Wellington carefully gets off the horse. Lord Uxbridge notices that Wellington has returned and he promptly walks up to him. Wellington starts speaking in a calm voice.

Wellington: Uxbridge, please fetch me a doctor if you please. Those damn French decided to give me a good beating.
Lord Uxbridge: Yes sir and I'm glad to see that you have returned.
Wellington: Im glad to be back as well Uxbridge.
Lord Uxbridge: I shall go fetch the doctor now.
Wellington: Thank you Uxbridge.

Lord Uxbridge hastily walks off to go fetch a doctor for Wellington. Wellington stares at Lawrence who has now dismounted from the horse. Wellington smiles a little and then he starts speaking in a calm voice.

Wellington: I thank you again, Lawrence. Now I shall be off.
Lawrence: Yes sir.

Wellington calmly walks off and Lawrence begins leading the horse around the camp to return it to Benedict Fraser.

To be Continued...