He stared back for a moment. His was a stare of shook. He could barly beleve what he herd. He never thought his son would defect. <font color="#550000">"Sir, I'm sorry that my son has caused so much trouble. Maby I was to hard on him, but its to late now. If you put my son to death for this I'll understand . I'll kill him myself if you order me too..... Sir, the men and I are ready for combat. Were do you need us? "</font> He hoped changing the subject would take soom heat off. He had given a speach to his men the other day and thay were now iching to fight. When they herd Fredder's speach they became even more confident and ready to fight.