We had not gone a couple of hours when we met a group of mounted militia coming the other way. They wore similar uniforms to the halberdiers and handgunners we had already met, but theirs were more suited to riding through the woods than formal guard duty. The captain greeted us and politely enough asked us what brought us up into the hills and where we were heading. I had already resigned myself to more of the abuse we had received in the Forager's Arms and another raft of imaginary taxes.
'Before you continue,' said Professor Pfaff, as if admonishing the sort of cocky first year student who speaks when a professor would prefer them to listen, 'I should have you know that we are on important business for the Duke von Bildhofen and he would take great offence at having our expedition delayed by even a second.'
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The captain was taken aback for a moment but soon recovered, 'As an agent of the Graf von Wallenstein in his territory, the lawful executor of the Prince of the Reikland and Sigmar's Emperor, I have every authority to determine the nature of your business here, and if I see fit, detain you at his pleasure.'
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The professor was not to be defeated so easily, however. 'It is a right of his Imperial Emperor's citizens to go about his Empire unimpeded. This is well established in imperial law, as you well know.'
'Ah, but,' the captain replied, 'the rights of any citizen are to be subservient to the necessities of his Imperial Majesty's forces while they pursue their legitimate duties. That, too, is well established.'
'Well, that is a cogent point and one that would merit further discussion, were we not in such a hurry,' Pfaff conceded. 'I'm sure the Graf von Wallenstein would be happy to discuss the matter with you, as he discussed with us only a couple of evenings ago.'
'Or we can all go back to Auerswald and discuss it with him,' she said.
'But Auerswald is more than a day's ride from here,' replied Pfaff.
'Yes, and three days walk,' the captain said, mischievously.
In the end, I think Pfaff lost his nerve, he pulled out his pistol, cocked it, and pointed it at the captain's head. 'Let us about our law-abiding business,' he insisted, 'or you will be sorry.'