Without waiting for them to respond, Eric waved to one of the men in his Warband. The man hurried to the window and pulled a horn from his tunic.
A long, drawn-out horn blast sounded, and from the forest outside the castle, a wave of shouts rose like the tide.
"God is with us!"
"God is with us!"
"God is with us!"
"..."
At this, some of the Guards began to look at one another. Their Lord was dead. Just as Eric had said, they would gain nothing by seeking revenge—especially since Geoffrey was, in fact, a detestable man.
"Or do some of you still believe in the so-called spirit of a Knight? This 'loyalty' you speak of should be given to a Monarch worth serving. Look at the state of you! Do you look anything like proper Knights? You don't even have your own lands. Your pathetic salaries aren't even enough to maintain your equipment.
