The scenery from the night he saw that letter had kept his mind busy. A secret investigation of King Eric began immediately. However, nothing seems off. He had not received another message, which made him believe someone must be toiling with him.
Who?
He doesn’t know.
He sipped the tea before him. His eyes had been on his battalion all morning yet his mind was elsewhere.
He was scrutinising his soldiers as they trained. Some on the far left were wrestling without weapons, while those on the right were with any weapon of their choice. Some of the soldiers were in the fields wrestling on horses with weapons. War or not they have to be prepared for anything.
He drank the last drop of his tea and kept the cup aside. He was still waiting for the portrait of King Eric promised to him by
