THE MAN FROM GOD KNOWS WHERE
“Nothing is so good for the morale of the troops as the occasional sight of a dead general.”
– Infantry maxim
Jarrod, Aever, and Thron lay up on the edge of a birch forest, peeking around trees, their horses tethered far behind.
“That is a lot of knights,” said Jarrod.
It was a much larger fight than anything they were used to, and even anything Jarrod had trained for in his days studying to become a knight officer. Instead of dozens of combatants in a border skirmish, this seemed to involve hundreds, with battalions sprawling across the snow-rimmed valley. He looked for the familiar and didn’t find it; the formations and the maneuvers he was expecting simply didn’t appear, and he had to wonder if a commander someplace was drunk. The fight was unfolding a
