Thirty-Two
Aftermath
Autumn 961 MC
King Leofric looked down at the battlefield, tears coming to his eyes. "So many dead," he lamented.
"We had little choice, Your Majesty," consoled Hayley.
"Indeed, the Clans will rue the day they invaded our kingdom for generations to come."
"Are you injured, Majesty?" asked the ranger.
"No, just incredibly tired. It's been a very long day, and we yet have things to do."
"The prisoners are being rounded up," offered Lord Edwin, returned to health. "Surely you can rest now, Majesty."
He turned to the man beside him, "We owe much to the men who gave their lives for their kingdom this day. I would see them buried, and the graves properly consecrated. These warriors must rest in eternal peace."
"And the enemy dead, Your Majesty?"
"Burn them and let
