“They tried to bring us down,” a flaxen-haired soldier reported, “but as you can see, we held firm.”
I sighed wearily. “We cannot thank you enough. You have paid a good service to your tribe and to your Votad this day.”
After eating a hasty dinner, Lancelot and I retired to our tent. We took turns cleaning one another’s wounds, which thankfully were all minor, as we had so many times before. Then we prepared for the following day’s battle.
I looked up from cleaning my sword. “Do you ever wish you had married a docile, meek woman who would stay at home and pray while you went off to war instead of pledging yourself to a troublesome warrior like me?”
Lancelot looked up from mending a tear in his leather chest plate. “You mean like Elaine? I was married to her. It was torture.” He kissed
