The general, who was a good man, said to the Captain by the tent, “Tell Major General Stannock, Prince of Gracklen, to stay at the front line and do not retreat.”
“What, sir?”
“Tell him,” the general wiped his forehead. “Tell him the King requests he fight to the death, he and all his men, and do not retreat from the peril that is ahead, nor fall back to safety behind.”
“That is the King"s orders, sir?”
“Don"t question it,” the general said. “We are warriors.”
“That means death to the major and his men, sir.”
“Heaven knows that, Captain Devvid.” Stannock"s commanding officer spun on his heel and strode back to his tent.
Almere listened, blanched, and cursed her husband"s brother, who, she knew, had forged the King"s signature and forged the King"s gold seal. In his ambition, he had
