On the way back, Barosi and Herto, who had come along as my attendants, burned with fighting spirit at the thought of Handendorf, the Lightning Knight, who had attended the count. They'd recognized his strength.
"Is this Handendorf the strongest knight in Basel?"
"Not just in Basel. He's among the finest in the duchy."
And he was a righteous knight, willing to take up his sword gladly to save his men. It was a waste that a knight like that served under the Count of Basel. My generous assessment sparked a keen interest in Barosi.
"If the chance comes, I would like to face him myself."
"Ambition is fine, but don't lose sight of our real objective."
Before long the sun climbed to its peak. The soldiers ate a solid lunch, formed up, and took up their weapons. The weather was far too bright and warm. It was a day better suited to an outing than a battle.
