The feast unfolded beneath a sprawling night sky, deep and endless, as torches flickered against the canvas of the makeshift pavilion set up in the heart of the military camp. Tables lined with simple cloth stretched out under the open air, surrounded by soldiers and attendants. The camp bustled with life as the warmth of the fires reached outward, casting a comforting glow over the gathering.
Slaves moved steadily, carrying trays laden with roasted game and smoked meats, the aroma wafting through the camp and mingling with the crisp night air. The selection was unpretentious—thick slices of dark bread, roasted root vegetables, and stews served from large cast-iron pots, all hearty enough to fill even the hungriest of soldiers after a long march. Trenchers piled with roasted pheasant and thick-cut mutton were passed around, the charred skin crisp under the torchlight, and cups of rough wine or ale were constantly refilled as laughter and conversation of the soldiers grew.
