Shalner shifted the Charleville musket strapped to his back and hoisted several bags onto his shoulder—he didn't want to burden his mount with any weight at all, preferring to give it a rest.
"Jacques!" a familiar noble youth ran past him, shouting over his shoulder, "Victor wants us to assemble immediately, just over there. Hurry up!"
Shalner reached out to pull the man back, "What's happened?"
"Heard that the People of Algiers attacked the border." The other man shook off his grip, "Victor said the army is all down by the Oued Medjerda, and currently, only the Tunisians are defending to the northwest of Bizerte. This is our chance!"
Shalner hurriedly adjusted his uniform and ran toward the distant assembly point.
