Summer 964 MC
Sir Heward patted his mount"s neck as he waited while behind him, the men of the Wincaster Light Horse mounted up.
It was a chilly morning, but he knew that come noon, the sun would have done its work, heating them up into an uncomfortable sweat. Looking north to where the great river ran to the west, he knew that just beyond its banks lay Norland, the land of his enemy. Heward"s duty this day, and that of his men, was to patrol the border, watching for any sign of activity on the far side, a task he had done often enough over the past few months.
Being a Knight of the Hound, one of the celebrated few that held Queen Anna"s confidence, he took his oath seriously. As commander of the northern region, he was responsible for keeping the land safe from Norland aggression, and
