Their battle had reached its highest point of tension, and there was a feeling, there and then, that the outcome of the siege and Ernest might very well be decided before the sun had even set.
Hod walked his way around the walls of the city, putting himself in a better position for command, and then he simply waited. Waited for the inevitable cheers to come, when it finally set in – beyond the shock – that a man had slain a King. There was only one faction likely to overcome their horror at that. Those that he had already taught – who he had drilled in the lesson that rank was not everything.
The peasants of the Patrick army, and all the soldiers that had served under them over the years, raised their spears to below the grandness of their victory.
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