"I will fight alongside you in this battle."
"After this battle, I will select my Honor Guard."
It was not unusual for a Lord to fight alongside his men; in fact, the Lord often led the charge at the forefront of battle. But the significance of the latter statement was stimulating enough for them—the long-rumored recruitment for the Honor Guard had finally begun.
There was no need to discuss monetary compensation, as the Lord had already arranged that. The real key was the qualification to join the Honor Guard.
Fear of the Knights?
They had none whatsoever. On the contrary, the soldiers were becoming restless, eager to prove themselves.
Reynard stood silently to the side, his firm grip on the Longsword already signifying his stance. He would charge wherever the Lord pointed.
"Mount up! Prepare for battle."
Feeling the approaching hoofbeats draw closer, Lance wasted no more words—actions would be a more effective lesson than any words.
