Baron Fitzwilliam brought his mount to a halt. Before him lay the crossroads where Sir James waited with the footmen and archers from Bodden Keep while the horsemen rode past, Sir Rodney at their head.
"Take them to the northern flank," Fitz commanded, answered by Rodney"s nod. The baron looked eastward, but the enemy troops were still out of sight.
"Any sign of our allies?" he asked, looking to Albreda.
"Not yet, Richard, though I have agents out looking."
"Agents?"
"Birds mostly," she replied. "Don"t worry, at the first sign of them I"ll let you know."
The baron turned and rode on until he was before his footmen, then halted again, this time dismounting and passing off the reins.
Sir James quickly approached, "I have deployed the men as directed, Lord. Archers to the north, a few
