Chapter Six: AppearancesTollie didn't really care where they were going. When you are on a route march you follow the soldier in front, unless you're stupid enough to be put in charge of navigation, which Tollie wasn't. All he had to think about was keeping pace and not getting stones in his boots. More used to riding than walking, he was starting to feel the burn in his tendons. Although he had to admit that his feet were fine. He had never worn boots so comfortable, when it came to footwear apparently the Frisian army knew what they were doing.
Even though Tollie considered himself a global citizen and was therefore incapable of patriotism, he still felt a tiny cringe in his guts whenever he thought something good about Frisia. He wriggled his toes; they were completely blister free. Wa
