Spring 1095 SR
The march began with little fanfare. The company formed up on the road, and then the captain ordered them forward, wagons in the rear. The morning air was crisp, but the cloudless sky promised a warm day. They were fully a mile down the road when Sigwulf noticed Ludwig glancing over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Looking for the baron’s men. We’re not attacking all by ourselves, are we?”
“They’ll be along soon enough. They’re probably still having breakfast.”
“That must be nice,” said Ludwig. “All I had this morning was some stale bread.”
Sigwulf smiled. “Be thankful you had that. Back in Braymoor, we often went for days with no food. Why, I remember one time when we had to resort to eating rats.”
Ludwig looked at him in surprise, but the big man could
