The man stiffened, surprised to have been called upon. But the question that came was an innocent enough one. Easily answered. Easily obeyed. That was how it started. "Our horse… They left with the traitors," the man said stiffly. "Cavalry houses are known to be fickle."
"Two full units of them?"
"Just the one. The other fielded infantry," the noblemen replied.
Vol waved the man away, as he considered the matter. Of course, the actual slaying of the fled units was a task that he had not been given, but he had to wonder, before the battle began, if visiting the estates of those noblemen who had forgotten their oaths might not have been an option. He imagined that he could quite easily have burst down their door and seen them adequately threatened.
