Oliver suddenly found himself with nothing to do. His will was being carried out without him needing to do anything. He stood in the middle of the crowd of people, as all rushed into position, looking for buckets, or at least looking for their place amid the chaos, as if it were now considered an embarrassment to stand still.
Yet there Oliver was, as the King, standing still.
As a Captain, he would have known where he needed to be. He'd have taken a group of those men – or he'd have taken command of a well, and ensured that his team would have been the most efficient of all of them. He would have spoken to each man, and done his best to see them all inspired.
Oliver knew what it meant to be a Captain, but he certainly did not know what it meant to be a King. He hardly even knew what it meant to be a General, so short was his time in such a role.
