From one moment to the next the war stopped, the Irish commanded by Elric, lowered their weapons as soon as the horns sounded and filled the valley with their sound, something the English did not understand, Elric's men looked at us with some malice, but did not attack us as we walked beside their "king". Many of them insulted us in languages we were unable to understand and from their clothing and armor, it was very clear that their culture was mixed, part Irish, part Scandinavian.
The surprise was much greater from our army when they saw us walking smoothly through the enemy army.
Maxwell, not knowing what was happening, thanked God for seeing us unharmed.
-His...Sir, you will have a formal duel against me, the duel will take place at dawn, on the walls of my castle, something we agreed on with the boy, until then the war stops. The winner of the duel will emerge victorious from this battle, no more senseless bloodshed, I said.
