'We need no milk-mother,' spluttered Uther, his face reddening. 'Cal and I will be just fine and we won't be left behind. We will, however, be looking out for you, brother. If you need our help, just call, we'll not be too far away.' Ambrosius grinned and Samel failed to contain a burst of laughter.
'I thank you for that, Uther. We shall all look out for each other on the battlefield, and I for one will be riding with more confidence knowing that you are both close.' As Ambrose strode away, Samel pushed Uther and Cal towards the waiting chariots.
'Come on lads. A chariot isn't so hard to handle, I'll soon show you how.'
However, the chariot was hard to handle, at least for Cal it was. After a brief attempt with the reins, he gave up and passed control over to Uther, who, with some pract
