Summer 965 MC
Fitz watched as the rebels made their way across the river, Beverly at their head. Bronwyn had insisted on accompanying her countrymen, a move that had quite surprised the baron. As the last of the rebels reached the far side, he turned to Sir Preston.
"Ready?"
"Ready and eager, my lord."
"Very well. You may begin, but leave a suitable gap between the rebels and yourselves. We don"t want to crowd them."
"Aye, sir." The Knight of the Hound rode off to join the heavy cavalry.
"He"s eager," said Alric.
"Yes, but he knows his business. Once he"s on the far bank, you may take the footmen across, Your Highness. The Dwarves will follow under Herdwin"s command."
"Very well, General."
"Please, call me Fitz."
Alric smiled, for, like Gerald, this had become a bit of a game. "O
