FORTY-THREE
"What kind of army is that? Farm boys with pitchforks, just like I told you, with armour that doesn't fit," Gosse scoffed as the men of Berehaven marched into position.
Bernard had to admit the man was right. Ursula's men moved slowly in armour far too big and heavy for them, carrying weapons they could barely lift. More axes than pitchforks, with a couple of swords. Even the troops lined up on the road below burst into loud laughter. It would be a s*******r. His only consolation was that Ursula was nowhere to be seen – she must be hiding somewhere.
Good. Whatever happened today, she should have no part in it. She had seen enough blood and death in her life. Better that she didn't see the last of her people cut down.
Father shouted an order and his archers sent a volley
