"Then what's that..."
The sound of the Lyre blended with the rain, but beyond those sounds, there was something else. It was... the thundering of hooves!
"Do you hear that? The sound of hooves." Baron Velen frowned.
"Perhaps it's your Tenant Cavalry, Uncle. They've come looking for you."
"Impossible. They're far more obedient than you."
Baron Velen immediately moved to leave the tent.
"Then what else could it be? That rabble behind us doesn't have any horses. Prince Robert's army is all the way in London, too far to reach us. Is he going to sprout wings and fly here?"
Baron Velen ignored Theo and strode out of the tent.
But before he could even lift the tent flap, he heard a cacophony of shouts from outside.
"To battle! Langville!"
"For Caen!"
"God is with me!"
"..."
The shouts were followed by the fierce clash of metal and agonized screams. Crimson blood splattered against the tent fabric.
Baron Velen threw open the tent flap.
