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The feeling in the camp was hopeful, bright. Victory was still fresh in their hearts and minds, and a sense of pride had begun to swell. In reality, the victory came because the crown hadn’t taken them seriously, they’d hardly sent any opposition out to meet them when they’d been challenged. But now they’d proven that they could do this, and for the sake of morale, it was a massive victory.

Support was growing, now. Now there were people with money behind them, people who knew strategy, people who were hungry for power. It was likely a risk for each and every one of them to support any rebellion (even as secretly as some of them were), but no one kidded themselves into thinking that the common men wouldn’t take the blame if the rebellion failed. And it was very possible it could, but they had a better chance now.

As far as many, Finian included, were concerned, they were doing important work whether they succeeded or not. They were standing up for what they believed in, and even if they were all wiped out, maybe they were at least paving the way for the future. But this wasn’t the kind of change they could be content to let happen gradually and potentially fizzle out. No, they had to seize it now, while they had the chance. Hopefully they could keep up their momentum, and maybe even if they couldn’t bring upon the changes they hoped to see, they could at least open the eyes of the people. It wouldn’t be enough, but it would be a start. In truth, a good many of them hadn’t even expected to make it this far, and now they felt like they were grasping at straws, trying to decide what to do.

Really, there was only one thing to do: keep spreading the word, keep growing stronger, take this from a rebellion to a revolution.

Unfortunately, the base of this rebellion was built on the backs of men who’d been at the very bottom rungs of society. They had no idea how to lead, hardly knew enough about fighting to get by in a battle. They were trying their hardest, but this was proving to be above their abilities. It was one thing to hold midnight meetings in the tavern, but this was something else. It may have seemed exciting to have men more capable of leading this thing join in, but the attitude was certainly mixed. Some of them had been in this rebellion since the beginning, and felt they deserved some form of power based on that alone. Others were more than happy to let others lead them. All of them would admit that this was beyond anything they’d ever imagined.

Finian did feel a little sore about people joining now, though. Of course, now that they were more successful, people were joining their cause. It did make sense, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Anyone that really believed in their cause would have backed them from the start. Though he supposed he understood that it was dangerous to support a rebellion that could threaten your livelihood, there was a part of him that felt a little bitter about it all.

Either way, things were changing rapidly, and there was no telling how this would end.