Spring 965 MC*
(*Mercerian Calendar)
Jack Marlowe sat on his horse, surveying the distant enemy lines. "I don"t mean to alarm you, Your Highness, but we appear to be significantly outnumbered."
Prince Alric smiled. "Don"t worry. Fitz has it all in hand."
The cavalier turned to look at his master. "We are outnumbered two to one. Granted, the fellow has some experience, but I think this time he might have bitten off more than he can chew."
"The baron knows what he"s doing."
"Then why is he being advised by a smith?"
Alric chuckled. "You mean Aldwin? He"s a lord now, remember?"
"Yes, but hardly a military advisor."
"I doubt the baron"s seeking advice. More than likely he"s taking the opportunity to teach his new son-in-law a thing or two about battle." The prince shifted his gaze to
