57. Cracks
Eventually, the Pope and Cardinal left the outreach centre and returned to the camp, only to find out that the trebuchets and catapults had indeed been destroyed.
They asked the man that was guarding the equipment about the attacks, but the response they got was simply. "What attack?"
"What do you mean, what attack?, they've been destroyed, who did it?"
"No one did it! I and another guard were actually leaning against a catapult and it rotted and collapsed into a pile of black dust that faded away into nothing."
The Pope dismissed the uninformative guard, but the guard hesitantly stayed, "Uh your holiness, many of us have heard voices from above telling us to return home. That this is a fight we will not win. The men are scared, sir."
The Pope was furious now. "Who is spreading these rumours?"
The scared guard replied, "We don't know. We all hear the voices, but when we look around—there's no one there."
The Pope said, "Get out of my sight until you can start giving me worthwhile information."
Once the guard had left, the Pope was visibly upset as he broke the cross he had been holding.
The snap of the wooden cross made the Cardinal pause and reconsider what he was going to say, before eventually just saying, "It's that King guy. He can do things that are impossible for normal people. Maybe he is a god of some sort?"
The Pope looked sternly at the Cardinal. "There are no gods! We are the gods and, as gods, people will listen and obey whatever we say."
The Cardinal was a bit surprised. "So everything that the Federation guy said is true?"
"I have no idea if it's true or not, but for our own well-being, we must stop him from spreading this type of information. It undermines our entire way of life. If enough people begin to think that way, we will lose our power and influence."
As the Pope was looking over a crudely drawn map spread out on the table, "Cardinal, you know this city well. Are there any other lesser known routes into the city? If we can't get past that new gate they've built, we'll have to go around."
"There are only three ways into the city. The main path that traverses from the top of the ridge, there's also a route along the south shoreline and the only other way is from the bay."
"A route along the south shoreline?"
"Yes, you just have to go about half a day south to find a way to get down to the shoreline then it's a winding, narrow path that isn't easy to travel. They don't even take carts down that route, it's horses only."
"Explain the shoreline route to the assassins and send them that way, we'll give them lots of rope and send them on foot, maybe they can find a quicker way off the ridge and down to the path. If we cut the head off this blasphemous upstart, the citizens will beg us to take them back under our wing; you said the city only has rudimentary warriors?"
"Yes, some of them are quite skilled, but most of them are mere brutes to control rowdy citizens when they've had too much drink. So what if the assassins can't get in from that way either?"
"They've got all night to try. We'll go down there mid-morning and confront them."
"He said to come unarmed."
"I'll show him unarmed. If he opens that gate, he's a dead man."
Fortunately, Cricket had a drone inside the tent and recorded the entire conversation. Mark would like to hear that when he wakes up.
Mark awoke to a sexy bunny giving him a blowjob, but now that he was awake she moved herself so that her legs were on each side of his face, allowing him easy access to her pink pussy, which he gladly dipped his tongue into.
After a couple minutes of fellatio, Maren turned around and mounted him again. They fucked vigorously for a few minutes until Mark came deep inside her. Maren had cum many times during the fuck session, so she was content to just rest for a second and let his cock soften inside her.
Then they got dressed and visited the public washrooms to clean up. While going to the washroom, Cricket replayed the scene of the Pope and Cardinal in Mark's mind.
They then went to the soup kitchen and started making breakfast. Unfortunately, without knowing how much breakfast to make, they simply chose 12 servings. Anything they didn't use would just get recycled, anyway.
Sure enough, within minutes Nicholas and Sonja were arriving at the new outreach centre and Mark was offering them breakfasts.
Sonja then determined that they needed to tell people that there would be free food at the outreach centre.
Mark then informed them of how things worked in other communities. Some only doing breakfast, some doing breakfast and supper and some doing all three meals, usually they were staffed by citizen volunteers and someone would need to be in charge of volunteer coordination, to make sure everyone got a chance to volunteer and make some money.
As Mark explained that, Cricket informed him that the Pope, Cardinal, and about a dozen soldiers were at the tunnel.
Mark excused himself and went downstairs. They had stopped about 10 metres from the force field. So Mark had Cricket turn the force field transparent as Mark shouted to the men. If you have no weapons, come on in. If you have weapons, discard them before you cross this line. He then waved his hand and a blue line appeared where the force field barrier was.
The Cardinal exclaimed. "See? I told you he can do stuff just by waving his hand."
The Pope sneered at the Cardinal and then looked at Mark as he galloped directly toward Mark. Mark moved off to the side, and the horse passed through the force field, but the Pope, who was brandishing a rapier, got knocked off the horse and fell to the ground hard.
Mark was standing only two metres away from the now furious Pope as he shrugged his shoulders. "I told you! No weapons past the line! So if you want to talk, drop your weapons and come on over. Hey, we've even got breakfast going upstairs if you're hungry."
The Cardinal dismounted his horse and walked up to the line, he tried to cross the line, but was unsuccessful. He then dropped his rapier and a knife and stepped across the line. "Extraordinary!"
As he stood beside Mark, he asked, "Aren't you afraid that I might attack you?"
Mark simply shook his head. "The Federation believes in peace, but do not mistake our desire for peace as weakness. As I told your men last night. The Federation will never start a fight, but we can definitely finish one! Besides, I know you are starting to see the cracks in your so-called religion."
The Cardinal didn't speak, but slightly nodded his head as he looked at the Pope, who was still dusting himself off after his abrupt dismount.
Mark smiled as he softly said, "People everywhere are starting to see the cracks."
At that point, Nicholas had come downstairs to see what was happening.
The Cardinal turned to see who had arrived. "Father!"
Mark turned, "Mr. Mayor, how was breakfast?"
Nicholas smiled and replied, "Son!", then turned to Mark, "The breakfast was excellent, my King."
The Cardinal looked at his father. "Mayor?"
"Yes, we had an election, and I won, but only by the narrowest of margins, so Sonja Hellermann is now my second-in-command—my Deputy Mayor."
"A woman is Deputy Mayor?"
"Yes, it is the way things are in the Federation. Women are treated equal to men. So I figured with my advanced age, and Sonja and I almost tied, we might as well start down the Federation path."
The Pope, seeing the Cardinal on the other side of the line, just casually talking rather than trying to kill the leadership, grew even more enraged as he got on the Cardinal's horse and took off at a gallop back up the path.
The soldiers, however, had something different in mind as they piled their weapons off in the ditch and walked across the line.
The Cardinal looked at Mark. "He's going to come back with the full army and raze the city."
"No, he won't. Mainly because a lot of his soldiers have already deserted him, like these fellows here."
Mark then looked at the men, "If you guys are hungry, there are some stairs at the other end of the tunnel that will take you above where there is a healthy breakfast waiting."