An Account by
Sir Malileu Fitzbuttress, being His Brittanic Majesty's military representative
to the Nabstrian Court.
The day of
the Grand Review dawned clear and fine.
The weather of Mittelheim is notoriously unpredictable and it would have
been unfortunate if the soldiers fine new uniforms had been exposed to a
downpour - an all too common occurrence in Falkensteinburg. However, the weather remained clement and the
arrangements passed off without a hitch.
The new Nabstrian standards, recently blessed by Bishop Munschrugge, looked very well on parade. |
The four regiments marched onto the commodious parade ground, which lies hard by the romantic and gothick stones of Castle Falkenstein, in perfect order with their standards uncased. Every soldier on parade was smartly turned out and performed every movement flawlessly. The regiments made a fine military spectacle in front of their admiring Burggrave. General von Rumpfler and Paul, Duke of Clarkeshire accompanied the Burggrave as he reviewed each regiment in turn. All was to his satisfaction. People from every rank, station and condition of Nabstria were present and the effect on the multitudes present was inspiring. Their enthusiasm was demonstrated by their tumultuous cheers for the Burggrave and his brave men. It would also appear that the crowds provided ready business for many street traders who moved their operations from Falkensteinstadt for the day. I have heard that, by the end of the day, there was not a single crispy fried leech to be found and that the stock of ornamental souvenir cod-pieces specially produced for the day had sold out.
The Nabstrian General Staff, resplendent in their red trousers (an unfortunate French affectation), took a full part in organising the parade |
While there have been some rumours of a certain weariness towards the constant wars of Mittelheim amongst the Nabstrian population of late, the Grand Review has done much to re-invigorate the martial spirit of the Burggraviate. I have also heard that the army has recently tapped new sources of impressed foreigners through a clever ruse involving a haystack, a bottle of beer and a drill sergeant dressed as a maiden. While this has brought in many fresh recruits, it is very unpopular with the drill sergeants who have to shave off their fine moustachios. Nonetheless, the numbers of new recruits are such that the ranks of the army should be filled for some time and while the methods of the Nabstrian drill masters may be brutal, the Grand Review proved that they are fully effective.'