Sir Heward watched the enemy soldiers march by. He and Sir Rodney were at the tree line, while their men waited deeper in the woods.
"Valmar"s not much of a general," observed Rodney. "He hasn"t even deployed scouts."
"He"s not just a general, he"s the marshal-general, remember?" offered Heward.
"He still doesn"t know his business."
"Agreed, but at least it works to our advantage."
"I"m rather curious," mused Sir Rodney, "why he would send his footmen out in front. Surely that"s a job for his cavalry?"
"It is," Heward replied, "but his only horsemen are knights. Any decent general would have lighter cavalry to guard the march, but Valmar is little more than a jumped up sergeant."
"Everyone has to start somewhere," mused Rodney, “even Gerald started as a sergeant. Now, he"s the princ
