Day seemed to almost shift to night as heavy clouds ladened with more snow passed over the once warm morning sun, blocking it from view. They seemed to signal more foul weather was headed their way.
Merrick and the commander walked towards the campfire to warm themselves.
The Duke felt a heavy weight of responsibility after seeing his men. He would have to inform the families of the knights in his service about their loved ones' deaths when he returned to Everton.
His heart grew painful and cold. Sterling's legs felt like lead, dragging him down with every step he took. The long ride through the night and the events of yesterday had taken their toll. The burden on Sterling's shoulders seemed to intensify, as if imbuing him with the responsibility of the entire kingdom.
