Twenty-Five
To Battle
Autumn 961 MC
Gerald looked out from beneath the oak tree. The sun had just risen, but he had been here for some time; the expected approach of battle enough to prevent him from sleeping. He heard the soft footfall of feet and turned to see Anna and Tempus approaching. Anna stopped beside him, sharing the camaraderie in the stillness of the early dawn.
Gerald looked down at the men of Weldwyn. They were lined up behind the stream, sitting in position, and resting themselves.
"Shouldn't they be on their feet?" asked Anna.
"The enemy isn't in sight yet. Let them rest while they can, it's likely to be a long day."
"What if they don't come?" asked Anna.
"They will," said Gerald. "We've stirred the hornet's nest. They'll be eager for revenge."
"Where are they?" sh
