The trip back to the commander's fortress and their barracks went without a hitch.
When Henry got into his room and was able to strip himself off all the clothes he was given, he had never been happier to fall into his bed.
There was a lamp faintly burning on one of his tables and he could see the light glint off of the nail in the wall where he had hung the golden cross that signified the passing of honor. He couldn't help staring at it as he lay on his side.
He wondered how he was supposed to conclude that he had done something more impressive than others on the battlefield. Nothing about his actions at that time was to gain anything. He didn't think he only did.
After considering that, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling until the lamp completely burnt out.
Perhaps his instinct to act instead of think was what Sir Trenton meant when he said he had the instinct.
