"General," Willem hissed, hitting General Blackwell's shoulder, in a rare act of impoliteness.
"You as well, Willem?" General Blackwell said. "Have all forgotten their place?"
"No, my Lord. I'll bear your rage later," Willem said, pointing quite urgently, beyond the building in which Blackwell had fixed his gaze.
In his rage, Blackwell had neglected to notice it. Rising high along the road into the city, there were a good handful of banners.
In an instant, he was calm, and assessing. It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility that their enemy would find him here. He was eternally on guard these days, when he knew that Tiberius and Tavar had joined the war against him. They were the sorts of men that could sniff out any sort of weakness and take advantage of it. It certainly would not have surprised him greatly if one of them had been able to track his movements to Hurst, and know that he was with a mere a hundred men.
