The commander stood amidst the ruins of his conquest, taking stock of the men he had lost and the spoils of the war that he had amassed. His army stood in silence as he congratulated them on their victory and promised them a night that was worth the fight.
As he was leaving, he spotted a rather known face in the army.
“So how many men did you kill today?” the commander asked with a smirk.
He stood in silence. They laughed.
“No women, no wine for you boy till you make a kill. In fact, wear a few bangles. Just in case some of my men were bored of women and wanted a change.”
That night as the commander’s brave men rejoiced in the spoils of the war, the coward made his way through the deserted ruins to a plundered house. He opened the trap door and looked at the kids hidden under the floor.
“I knew you were here. How long did you think you could avoid detection? Get out you scoundrels and run for your life.”
Unsure of his intention, the last kid to come out of the hiding, plunged the hidden dagger into him.
The armor broke the fall. The metal shone under the moon-light. He realized it would be morning by the time he bled to death. Worse was the realization that no one ever would miss the coward!