Summer 965 MC
King Leofric watched as the Weldwyn cavalry thundered past. The enemy line was breaking, worn down by the massed volleys of his archers. His footmen had followed up with an assault, and now weakened, the enemy was ready to break.
"They are in fine form, Your Majesty," announced Lord Edwin.
"Agreed," said the king. "Yet I fear this was only a skirmish. The earl"s main army is elsewhere."
"Still, we shall have his seat of power by nightfall. No small feat."
"True, and definitely a victory to be celebrated. Has there been any attempt to surrender?"
"Not as yet, no. Do you wish me to raise a flag of truce and ask them?"
"No," Leofric said. "Let the cavalry have their day. Once they"ve broken through the lines, we might find these Norlanders more amenable to the thought."
