Chapter 13
Philip flew back toward the castle, forcing his horse to gallop as quickly as it could, Charles close behind him, his stallion struggling to keep up with Philip’s. Of course, he would have the fastest horse. Faster meant better, and Philip was king. After a day like this one, it appeared things would be staying that way for quite some time!
As he rode, he reveled in the battle he’d just witnessed. His men had been brilliant! Arteria’s soldiers had advanced cautiously, slowly. Their meticulous march had given the Clovington forces the opportunity to form ranks and hold them off. The Arterians had seen some early victories, covering the ground between the battlefield and Skull Creek they’d claimed the day before relatively quickly. But once they ran into this natural impediment,
