TWELVE
Bronwyn
SUMMER 965 MC
The troops moved forward in a line, but the flanks lagged, sending the whole formation into disarray.
"I don't like it," said Sir Greyson. "The men are slow to respond."
"Maybe it's their training?" mused Bronwyn.
The knight looked at her with some annoyance but quickly hid it. "It takes time to train men in the art of war."
"Dame Beverly managed it well enough. Could it be your methods that are lacking?"
"I might remind you we no longer have Mercerian troops to set an example."
"Are you saying you're not up to the task?"
He bristled. "I can assure you I'll make these men into the best warriors in Norland, Princess. I merely need more time."
"Time is a luxury we don't have. General Fitzwilliam will be keen to punish us after our betrayal. Don't think
