Chapter 106: THE WAR COUNCIL (1)

1014 AF WHITEMONTH

ARIAL

WAR TENT

"I welcome you, my lord," Lord Summersill said, bowing his head.

"Enough with the pleasantries," Arial responded, clearly aggravated. "We are at war!"

Henry looked miffed but he has many things to care about.

Well, considering Arial age, Lord Summersill has every right, but he is not that stupid to voice his opinion so openly.

"Forgive me, my lord."

"How are the men?" Arial asked.

"Tired, but they will manage, my lord."

"Very well! Tomorrow I will move to North Fort while your army goes to Gorge Pass to help Lord Northcour."

"My lord?" Lord Summersill said, puzzled by this turn of events.

"Didn't you hear me?" Arial shouted back.

"My lord, then who will help you?"

"Look outside," Arial ordered.

Lord Summersill looked outside. His face changed expression when he saw the men milling around. "That is the cavalry," he said.

"Where is the main army?"